A touch of blush here, a stroke of mascara there, until she was done. Cheyenne reached out, her fingers grazing the cold metal of the faucet before she turned it, coaxing a stream of water to life. The camaraderie they share is a testament to their collective resilience, and as they clear away remnants of a life once lived, they also pave the way for new beginnings. Purposeful and unhurried, Cheyenne set about her task. *****
Cheyenne’s confident steps echoed through the dim, cluttered living room as she entered Larry’s home. Her movements were methodical, almost ritualistic, as she stripped away her own barriers. Memories that both comforted and tormented him, leaving him feeling torn between longing and despair. With a final rinse, Cheyenne stepped back, allowing Larry a moment to simply be under the stream of water—alone yet not abandoned. His weight leaned heavily against her, but she adjusted, holding him in an awkward embrace that was part necessity, part comfort. She chooses a breathtaking wall portrait of Erin, her green eyes dancing with mischief, and strategically places it in the living room.
