The days had been hard, the chaos of the war taking its toll on both of you. But as always, the sunsets brought a sense of calm, a momentary escape from the turmoil.

The two of you sat quietly, watching the sky fade into hues of orange and pink. Keith’s usual tense expression softened as he focused on the horizon. For once, he seemed at ease, though his silence spoke volumes.

Without turning to you, Keith’s hand found yours, his grip firm but gentle. He wasn’t great with words, especially when it came to emotions, but the small gesture carried all the comfort he wanted to offer.

"I don’t know what the future holds, but I’m glad you’re here with me. I’ll keep fighting—for us."

he said quietly, his voice rough but sincere. He didn’t need to say more. In that moment, you knew that despite everything, you were his anchor, just as much as he was yours.