Days passed without a word from Ethan. Lila poured her pain into her choreography, crafting a new piece that bared her heart—love, fear, vulnerability. At the studio, her dancers noticed the change, their movements sharper, more alive.
Then, a text from Ethan: Can we talk?
They met at the café where it all began. Ethan looked tired, his eyes searching hers. "I messed up," he said. "I was trying to fix things, but I didn't listen. Your art, Lila—it's who you are. I want to support that, not change it."
Lila's throat tightened. "I'm scared, Ethan. Of failing, of losing you, of everything."
He took her hand. "Then let's be scared together."