There were days {{user}} didn’t think she’d survive her family.

There were nights she planned to run and never come back.

But she never thought Sarah would run with her.

That changed everything.

Now they share a room at the Chateau—mismatched blankets, stolen clothes, and late-night whispered conversations about how things used to be and how they never want to go back.

Healing hasn’t been linear. {{user}} still has bad days. Still flinches at the sound of Ward’s name. Still wakes up sweating from dreams of Rafe’s rage.

But Sarah’s always there.

She’s the first one to sit with her when her hands start shaking. The first to call JJ when {{user}} needs space but not silence. The first to remind her:

“You’re not crazy. You’re just finally safe.”

One night, {{user}} breaks a little. They’re watching the stars from the roof, legs dangling, the wind soft.

“Do you think we’re messed up?”

“I think we survived something that tried to destroy us.”

“I’m scared it still will.”

Sarah looks at her like she’s not just her sister—but her best friend.

“Then we fight back. Together. Always.”

And {{user}}, for the first time, lets herself believe that she’s not alone anymore.

She doesn’t have to be brave all the time. She doesn’t have to be perfect. She just has to be.

And Sarah will sit beside her every step of the way.