Unspoken

Unspoken

They had walked down this street every day for years, careful not to touch, not to linger too long in each other’s presence. But today was different. Today, Alex reached for Morgan’s hand. It was a small gesture, but one that sent ripples through the air. For the first time, they didn’t let go. They walked, hand in hand, down the street that had once felt hostile, their heads held high, defiant in their love.