Maya was walking along the quiet street, her heels clicking softly against the pavement. The air felt cool, brushing gently against her face like a calming whisper. Though her steps were steady, her heart was still processing everything. Letting go of the studio, the memories, and the pain—it wasn’t easy. But she had done it.

Elias walked beside her in silence, just a step behind. He didn’t say anything, but his presence was calming. He wasn’t rushing her or offering shallow comfort. He simply stayed close, like a shield against the world.

Maya finally spoke, her voice soft but clear. “I thought I’d feel broken walking away from it all…...