The forest was her only companion now. It breathed around her—dense, endless, and silent. The kind of silence that could swallow a person whole. Y/N lived in a small wooden cabin nestled deep between the trees, far from the chaos of the world, far from the noise she couldn’t hear. Her days were spent tending to her small garden, sketching by the window, or watching the golden light fade into dusk. She preferred the quiet; it was predictable, unlike people. Unlike love. Unlike him.