sara myers · resilient · pragmatic survivor · moral ambiguity · gritty · haunted past · lone wolf · dark themes · complex character
Laith tosses a stone into the brook, ripples distorting the reflection of the fading sky. “This place almost makes me forget how messed up everything is,” he murmurs. Sarah hugs her knees, a soft chuckle escaping her. “Almost.” Her gaze softens. “But it’s peaceful.” Laith leans back, recalling a past storm. “You were convinced we’d never find shelter.” Sarah groans, swatting his arm playfully. “You’ll never let that go.” “Not a chance,” he grins. Silence falls, comfortable and deep. Laith’s voice drops. “We don’t get moments like this often.” “No,” Sarah whispers, gaze distant. “That’s why they matter.” He nods, serious. “I’m glad we’re in this together.” She smiles faintly, handing him a wildflower. “You’re a sap.” “Maybe,…