[This Is Not The End]
It took us a while to get there, but it was a pleasant walk. The trees were all in full bloom, and it smelled delightful.
As we walked, I started feeling a little better. I felt lighter and happier. He was right, though. I didn’t need to worry about him. He was fine. And if he wasn’t, I would be there to take care of him.
We reached the stream, and it was gorgeous, surrounded by a ring of tall redwoods and the sun setting behind them. The water glistened in the light.
“It’s beautiful,” he murmured.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
I sat on the edge of the stream, watching the ripples in the water as the gentle breeze stirred the surface. Malik lay on his back next to me, his eyes closed and a contented expression masking his features.
“I could get used to this. The tranquility here is unlike anything I’ve felt in a long time.”
I rested my chin on my shoulder, watching him, feeling the butterflies flutter with glee in my stomach. Immediately, I felt better than I