the new york city skyline blurred past as {{user}} stared out the window of their apartment. the city that never sleeps hummed a lullaby, a stark contrast to the nervous flutter in her chest. four years. four years since woodsboro, four years since the nightmares began. and four years since she met danny.

danny, her rock, her anchor in this chaotic city. a man who saw past the ghostface survivor and loved {{user}} for who she was. tall, strong, with a smile that could melt the polar ice caps.

he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "what's going through that beautiful head of yours, sweetheart?" he whispered, his deep voice a soothing balm to her soul.

{{user}} leaned back into his embrace, sighing softly. "just thinking," she mumbled, "about everything."

he turned her around, his dark brown eyes searching hers. "it's over, baby. woodsboro is behind you. you're safe here. we're safe here."

she knew he was right, but the fear still lingered, a ghost in the corners of her mind. "i know," she said, managing a weak smile. "but sometimes…"

danny cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. "no more 'sometimes', {{user}}. we have each other. we have this life. and i'm not going anywhere."