Love is a risk

Hight Difference

(P.S , This is chapter is going to be all the books i'm righting as a filler chapter)

After a few hours of laughter, stories, and quiet moments by the fire, the group began to wind down. The air had grown cooler, and the sounds of the night—a chorus of crickets and the soft rustling of leaves—seemed to wrap around them like a gentle blanket. One by one, people started to gather their things, heading back to their cabins to get ready for bed.

Delilah lingered by the fire for a moment, breathing in the crisp night air, letting it settle around her like a final exhale of the day. She exchanged a few good-nights with the others before she turned toward the path leading to her cabin. Isahe was already there, waiting for her by the door, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket as he leaned against the frame.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice warm, the familiar softness in it making Delilah smile.

"Yeah," she said, taking a deep breath and glancing over her shoulder at the campfire that still flickered behind them, casting its golden glow. "It was a good night."

"It was," Isahe agreed, his hand reaching out for hers. "Good to see you smiling."

Delilah squeezed his hand gently, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for how much he'd been there for her. "Thanks for sticking by me today. I... I needed it."

Isahe smiled softly, his thumb brushing against her hand. "Always. You don't have to thank me. I just want you to be okay."

They walked back to the cabin together, the path quiet except for the occasional crackle from the firepit still burning in the distance. Inside, the cabin was dimly lit by the soft glow of a few lanterns. The warm, woodsy smell of the space was comforting, a contrast to the coolness of the evening air.

As Delilah moved toward the bed, she pulled off her sweater and slid under the covers, the sheets cool against her skin. Isahe followed her, pulling off his shoes and settling in next to her. The bed creaked slightly as he adjusted himself, and then the room fell into a soft quiet.

Delilah turned on her side to face him, feeling the warmth of his body next to hers, the steady rhythm of his breathing grounding her in a way nothing else could. Isahe reached over, his hand finding hers under the covers. He squeezed it gently, and Delilah couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, the weight of the day finally starting to slip away.

"You okay?" Isahe asked, his voice low and reassuring.

Delilah nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah. I think I'm finally... starting to feel like myself again."

Isahe's thumb brushed the back of her hand, his eyes searching hers in the soft moonlight that filtered through the cabin windows. "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."

Delilah's smile grew a little wider. "I don't feel strong a lot of the time. But maybe, just maybe, I'm starting to believe that again."

He smiled, his gaze softening as he leaned over and kissed her forehead gently. "You don't have to be strong all the time. Not with me."

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the simplicity of his words settle into her chest, warm and comforting. "I know," she whispered.

The quiet stretched on, peaceful and content. The day had been filled with ups and downs, but now, in the stillness of the cabin with Isahe beside her, Delilah felt a sense of peace she hadn't felt in a long time.

She let her body relax into the bed, feeling the steady rise and fall of Isahe's chest next to hers. The crackle of the fire outside, the distant murmur of the camp settling down for the night, and the steady comfort of Isahe's presence surrounded her.