The evening air was chilly, with a faint fragrance of blooming flowers. He strolled alongside her, his motions naturally matching hers, not hurried but in quiet harmony. It wasn't about protection or ceremony, but about presence. She carried herself gracefully, but it was comfortable to know that someone was traveling with her, sharing the same road.
Streetlights cast long, soft shadows across the sidewalk. All the sight or exchanged of grin shows to say more than words. At times, the act of seeing someone off was not about big gestures or just promises. It was about being there, unwavering, until the journey came to an end. And as they walked gently in the fading evening, he knew he would happily go with the woman wherever she needed to go.
