Rumi's Day Off
Rumi,
Golden hour wrapped around us like a promise. The city blurred into light, and for once, we weren’t hunters, fighters, or survivors; we were just three souls leaning on each other, walking into tomorrow with laughter still clinging to our skin. Zoey felt the warmth of your arm and thought: *this is home.* Mira glanced at you, hair glowing against the sun, and whispered: *this is freedom.* Every scar, every battle, every night we thought would break us led here, to this moment. A sunset that didn’t feel like an ending, but like the soft beginning of something new. You don’t always have to carry the weight alone, Rumi. We’re here. Arms linked, steps in sync. Wherever you go, we’ll follow. Whatever darkness waits, we’ll meet it together. And when the light finds us again, it’ll always look like this: golden, endless, ours. With all the love in the world, Zoey & Mira 💛✨
