After the rain

The world never stops moving - even when hearts do.

Somewhere between the rush of days and the hush of nights, two souls found each other in the calm after the storm.

It didn't begin with grand gestures or perfect timing. It began in the silence - in the way the rain fell softly against glass, in a glance that lingered longer than it should, in laughter that felt like breathing for the first time.

They were both learning how to start again - not by forgetting what once was, but by finding comfort in what remained. A hand that reached back.

A smile that stayed. A love that didn't need to be loud to be real. And as the rain fell - washing away what once hurt, what once was - something new began to bloom.

Not a love written in promises of forever, but in quiet mornings, gentle touches, and the simple truth that sometimes... home isn't a place.