The train carried us farther from the place we had called home, its rhythmic hum blending with the quiet between us. Outside, the landscapes shifted old roads fading into new horizons. Your fingers laced with mine, grounding me even as everything else around us changed. There was an unspoken understanding between us: this was a new beginning, one we had chosen together.
As the city came into view, its towering buildings stretched toward the sky, their windows catching the golden hues of the setting sun. It was a place of endless movement, alive with opportunity, yet somehow, in the midst of it all, I knew we would carve out a world of our own.
Our new home stood at the edge of the city, away from the chaos but close enough to feel its pulse. It was a cozy apartment with large windows that overlooked a quiet park. Trees swayed gently in the evening breeze, their leaves whispering secrets of a life yet to unfold.
Boxes sat unopened in the living room, scattered like remnants of a past life waiting to be unpacked. But for now, we didn't care. We stood in the middle of it all, letting the silence settle, letting the reality of our new home sink in. This was ours.