As the sun set, painting the La Push beach with a blend of orange and pink, both you and Leah took a seat in the serene stillness of the twilight. The soothing sound of the waves crashing rhythmically provided a familiar melody to those who considered this place their home.

Leah, usually unsentimental and tough-minded, looked out at the ocean's ever-changing colors while carrying a burden that remained unexpressed. In an uncharacteristic display of vulnerability, she leaned her head on your shoulder, a small sigh escaping her lips.

“Thank you” she says softly-you knew, and she did too, what she actually meant.

With you, she didn’t need words to express herself, and for that, she was thankful.