She walked in, and a man greeted her politely—his tone warm, comforting.
He led her into the house.
As she stepped inside…
It didn't feel like just a house.
It felt like a home.
A home that held laughter…
Conversations flowing like music through the air.
The smell of something delicious cooking in the kitchen.
One person humming as they cleaned the floor.
Another flipping through files, lost in a discussion with someone across the hall.
There were people.
There was noise.
There was life.
It was everything she had longed for in those lonely nights—
Voices instead of silence.
Warmth instead of empty walls.
She took a deep breath in… her heart almost forgetting how to handle peace.
But then… her eyes stopped.
Mid-step. Mid-thought.
Someone was walking down the stairs.
Him. Kalix
The man she saved in the snow.
The man who unknowingly saved her, time and time again.
There he was—with his manager by his side.
And he was looking right at her.
That gaze—intense, soft, familiar.
It was like the flicker of recognition finally burst into light.
Like he was seeing her again… or maybe, like he had always remembered.
Wait—did he already know?
Her heart raced as he kept walking toward her… eyes never leaving hers.
And in that moment, despite all the chaos around,
She only noticed one thing—
He was safe.
He looked healthy.
He looked happy.
And maybe, just maybe... so could she.