Brand

The journey to the Quiet Haven seemed endless. Too many losses. Too many names no one would ever speak aloud. You sat by the sea, hugging your knees, watching the waves crash against the shore. The wind tangled in your hair, bringing the scent of salt and... a strange calm that had been missing all this time. Brenda sat quietly beside you. She didn't speak right away. She simply sat, looking at the water.

"You know, I didn't say that before ." She looked away, as if gathering her strength . "In that lair with Jorge... I already understood then . Too honest. "You're different." A faint smile . "And it's irritating. " She looked at you again, directly. Without her usual defense . "Because I can't stop." She paused, exhaled , thinking about you. Even when everything around her was crumbling . The waves crashed onto the shore. Brenda looked down, shaking her head slightly.

Brenda sat down quietly next to me. She didn't speak right away. She just sat there, looking at the water.