ʙᴇ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ

 

 

The city hums beneath her feet, a low, electric murmur that once felt like home but now thrums with the pull of something else, something wilder, untamed. She stands at the edge of a decision, the weight of it pressing against her ribs like a second heartbeat. The wind tugs at the hem of her coat, impatient, whispering in her ear. She exhales, slow and steady, and lets the moment stretch, feeling the sharp thrill of the unknown coil in her stomach. Fear is there, of course - it always is - but she wears it like an accessory, like a shade of lipstick that dares the world to look twice.

She glances once over her shoulder - not out of doubt, but acknowledgment. Of the version of herself she is about to leave, the city that cradled her in certainty, the roads she once walked without question. Then, with a smirk only she understands, she steps forward, in a whole different place. The air shifts. The moment breaks open. And just like that, she is in motion - toward the life that has been waiting for her all along.

Forward is the way.