Steven and Maya spent most of their time together, holding each other close, grateful for the chance to rebuild what had been nearly shattered. Sara, Shonn, and the rest of their friends rallied around them, providing a support network that Maya relied on heavily. The traumatic experience had left her shaken, but not broken. She drew strength from those who loved her, slowly finding her way back to herself.
One afternoon, as the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the city, Maya and Steven sat on a park bench, watching the world go by. The air was warm, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees above them.
"How are you feeling?" Steven asked softly, his hand intertwined with hers.
Maya sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Better. It's still hard to believe everything that happened. But I'm getting there, thanks to you."
