Her throat tightened slightly.
This has to stop.
Her brain was clear on that.
Even Lena had told her.
Encouraged her.
Gently pushed her to move forward.
And she was right.
Lana couldn’t keep grieving something that never truly existed.
Couldn’t stay stuck in a “what if.”
Couldn’t keep her heart suspended in a past that had already closed its door.
And maybe…
Maybe she didn’t need fire.
Maybe she didn’t need chaos.
With Martin, she had felt like she was burning.
Alive… yes.
But unstable.
Unpredictable.
With Thomas…
She felt something else.
Calm.
Safe.
Steady.
Not overwhelming.
But… comforting.
And sometimes—
Maybe that was enough.
Maybe that was better.
Her gaze softened slightly as she looked at him.
She didn’t love him, not yet.
But she liked him.
Respected h
