The city fell away behind them, mile by mile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lily sat in the passenger seat, legs tucked beneath her, her head leaning lightly against the window. The glass was cool against her skin, and outside, the world blurred into muted tones of gray and green as the skyline gave way to open stretches of road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blake hadn\u2019t turned on the radio. He hadn\u2019t filled the space with questions or chatter. Just the steady hum of the engine and the occasional thud of tires over pavement cracks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The silence wasn\u2019t awkward. It was the kind that let her breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She glanced at him once\u2014just a small, sidelong look. One hand on the wheel, the other resting lightly on the gearshift. His posture was relaxed, his expression calm, unhurried. He didn\u2019t check to see if she was comfortable, didn\u2019t try to entertain her. He just drove, certain and steady, as though the road had always belonged to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was something grounding in that. Something safe. Part of her wanted to keep watching him\u2014the way his hands moved, precise and sure, the way he didn\u2019t fidget or rush. He simply was. Steady in a way she craved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She returned her gaze to the window, watching as buildings gave way to trees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eventually, her voice broke the stillness.
\u201cDo you do this often? Just\u2026 disappear like this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blake glanced her way once before turning back to the road. \u201cSometimes. When the world gets too loud.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She nodded slowly. \u201cThe world\u2019s been screaming lately.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A beat passed. Then another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why we leave it behind,\u201d he said softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her brow furrowed as she looked back at him. \u201cBut\u2026 isn\u2019t that just running away?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His mouth curved, not quite a smile, not quite a rebuke. \u201cNo. Running away is avoidance. This\u2014\u201d his hand shifted briefly on the wheel, steady, deliberate \u201c\u2014this is choice. Resetting. Giving yourself silence so you can hear again. Slowing down is just as important as moving fast. If you don\u2019t stop, you forget who you are.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She thought about that, rolling the words through her mind. Reset. Silence. Choice. They weren\u2019t things she was used to. She\u2019d only ever known noise, demands, the press of expectation. Her father never slowed, never let her pause. To stop was to fail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat if you can\u2019t find time to slow down?\u201d she asked quietly, almost like she was speaking to herself as much as to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His gaze stayed fixed on the road, voice even. \u201cThen you\u2019re asking the wrong question. It isn\u2019t about finding time. It\u2019s about making it. Building it into your life so it\u2019s not optional. Order, structure\u2014that\u2019s what keeps you steady when everything else is chaos.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The words pressed into her, heavy but not suffocating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She turned back to the window, watching the forest thicken around them. Maybe that was why he felt so unshakable\u2014because he didn\u2019t wait for calm to appear. He created it. And a part of her wondered what it would feel like to have him help her find that kind of steadiness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She rested her forehead briefly against the glass, letting the quiet wrap around her like a blanket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They drove on, the forest deepening as the cabin drew nearer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And for the first time in days, the pressure in her chest not only eased but began to breathe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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