Not letting go
Life was recently getting better for Jesse.
She had finally found a place where she could be with herself after being in that damned household for a long time.
Though the process of reaching this place was not all that easy, she was somehow able to do it in the end.
'And it is all thanks to Lucavion.'
Jesse moved slowly around the tent, her fingers lightly brushing against the objects that bore traces of Lucavion. His belongings were simple, but they held a warmth that made her feel safe, a stark contrast to the cold and unfeeling atmosphere of her family's estate.
The tent wasn't just a temporary shelter; it had become a sanctuary, a place where she could let down her guard and simply exist.