Firefly Glen Happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl

Cole’s heart ached at the sight of her crumbling. He stepped forward, brushing his nose gently against her temple, a soft, steady warmth that he hoped might ease the storm raging inside her. He stayed close, his breath steady, murmuring soft comforts in the way he knew best, offering her a strength she could lean into if she needed.

When her whisper of acceptance reached him, he gave a slight nod. Without another word, he nudged her forward, guiding her steps as they made their way back to Bearclaw Valley. He could feel the weight of her sorrow, the stormy shape of it hanging around her like a cloud—and he was determined to see her through it. Will 'ya tell me your own name?

In quiet, careful strides, he led her through familiar paths, his presence unwavering, ready to support her whenever she needed.

can wrap in your next post, and I can start a new one in Bearclaw Valley?