The world around them hushed, descending into stillness.

The symphony of cicadas, whispering leaves, the caressing wind, and their synchronized heartbeats wove together, creating a tranquil melody.

Leaning softly against Theodore's chest, Ariana embraced the quietude.

Their shared yearning for peace kept them locked in silence, their unspoken understanding profound.

From Theodore's embrace, Ariana stole a furtive glance at his side profile.

Bathed in the cold moonlight, his chiseled features appeared even more striking, rendering him an ethereal and captivating figure.

Fear, which had gripped Ariana only moments ago, now evaporated, replaced by a profound sense of security and solace.

Once confined to a wheelchair, Theodore's tall and robust figure had been the subject of countless daydreams for Ariana.

And now, her visions materialized before her.

His arms, enfolding her with unwavering strength, displayed no hint of tremor, even after their long trek. His breathing remained steady, and the bulge of his well-defined biceps offered her a reassuring shelter.

Ariana noticed Theodore deliberately slowing his pace, yet both of them harboured their desire for the road to stretch on indefinitely, yearning for a few more moments in each other's presence.

Emerging from the woods, they were greeted by the lofty moon, casting its radiance upon the path before them. Theodore, steadfastly holding her, navigated straight toward the illuminated house nestled by the babbling creek.

Ariana's gaze wandered toward the swing swaying gently in the garden.

With a subtle gesture toward the adjacent dwelling, she whispered, “That's where I live."

Theodore surveyed the house with a furrowed brow and blurted out, "Can anyone truly reside there?"

Ariana's words caught in her throat as the image of her filthy, disorderly room stirred her up.

However, it became evident that Theodore was well-acquainted with this place, familiar even with the state of the neighboring house.

Reluctant to return to that unclean, malodorous room, Ariana gingerly withdrew her hand and remained silent as Theodore carried her across the threshold of the house by the creek.

As they ventured inside, Ariana observed their surroundings in silence.

Theodore ascended the stairs to the second floor, and the refreshing scent of bamboo wafted into her nostrils. It dawned on her that her feet were unharmed, and she couldn't help but wonder why she was still being carried.