Nevara
The night felt louder once we stepped away from the building.
Not in sound—but in awareness.
Every shift of wind through the trees seemed sharper. Every crunch of gravel beneath my boots felt like it carried farther than it should. Even Noah’s breathing, steady but uneven with sleep still clinging to him, felt like something I had to account for with every step I took.
I kept one hand wrapped firmly around his, the other slightly out for balance as we moved through the uneven ground, staying low, keeping to the darker stretches where the moonlight couldn’t reach us fully. The air was cold enough to sting my lungs, but I welcomed it. It kept me focused. It kept me awake.
Behind us, the building disappeared quickly, swallowed by trees and distance, but I didn’t let myself look ba
