With the grueling final exams finally behind them, a collective weight lifted from Kian and Ariana. They were granted a precious leave until the end of May,a well-earned respite after years of relentless work. The freedom felt surreal, a blank canvas of time after a lifetime of rigid schedules. đź“‘
Their first days of liberty were spent in blissful idleness, rediscovering the simple joy of a long walk without a textbook in hand, or sharing a meal where their conversation wasn't punctuated by panicked questions about theorems and formulas.
Meanwhile, on a bustling construction site in the city, Seya's vision was steadily rising from the ground. The skeletal frame of her boutique was taking shape, a physical manifestation of Kian's designs. Hazon, though deep in his own criminology studies, was a constant presence on his free afternoons. âš”
He wasn't there to offer architectural advice, but as steadfast moral and practical support. He brought coffee and lunch for the crew, ran errands for Seya, and simply stood beside her as she watched her dream solidify into steel and concrete. His unwavering belief in her was its own foundation, proving that his support came not from a place of wealth, but of unwavering character.
As Kian and Ariana rested, and Seya and Hazon built, each couple was laying down different kinds of foundations;one of recovery, the other of a shared future;both essential for the lives they were creating.🚀