The wind had stilled.
The world no longer trembled.
And in the hush of a moment that didn’t rush,
the boy walked to the guardian.
Not as a whisper.
Not as a ghost.
But as a soul finally ready to be seen.
His small hand, trembling and warm, reached for the guardian’s.
The man flinched at first—
not from fear, but from disbelief.
“I saw it,” the boy whispered. “Everything she saw in you… I saw it too.”
The guardian blinked, as if light had touched a part of him long buried.
“You are full of colors,” the boy said, smiling through wet eyes.
“Bright ones. Soft ones. Scars that still shine.
And you don’t have to carry that heavy armor anymore.”
The guardian looked down at the shield strapped to his arm.
It had always been there, forged from guilt, duty, silence.
He let it fall.
The clang was gentle—like a stone returning to the earth.
The boy placed a hand on the guardian’s chest.
“I’m here with you now.
We can breathe together.
Finally.”
And they did.
In and out.
Slow and steady.
A shared breath, long denied, now alive.
And with each inhale, something opened.
And with each exhale, something softened.
The boy no longer needed to hide in the shadows of memory.
The guardian no longer needed to be the last one standing.
They had found each other.
And together, they stepped forward—
not as fragments,
but as one whole being
who had just learned
they were allowed to live.
This story changed—
or maybe I did.
Or maybe it was the guardian and the boy who finally found each other.
But the truth is:
None of this would exist without someone special.
Someone wonderful.
Someone truly unique—
like the stars and the moon in the sky,
like the sun and its light.
She saw something in me that I had long forgotten,
and because of that,
I will forever be grateful for her.
You are more wonderful than any words can ever express.
