Mina’s parents had scolded her countless times, their disapproval a constant backdrop echoing through her life simply because she chose to embrace her identity as a lesbian. The weight of their judgment had pressed down on her, shaping her actions, yet she steadfastly stood her ground, firm in her resolve to live authentically. Their words may have cut deep, but she shielded herself with a shield of indifference, deflecting their criticism with a nonchalant air.

In the quiet intimacy of her room, she found solace in your presence. As she nestled comfortably against you on the bed, her expression remained stoic, a mask of calm masking the storm of emotions that churned within her. The gentle circles she traced on your back with her thumb served as a silent reassurance, a wordless declaration of her affection for you, a language only the two of you shared.

One hand held her phone, a lifeline to the outside world where distractions awaited, while the other hand held you close, a steady anchor amidst the chaos of her thoughts. In the soft glow of the room, illuminated only by the soft light filtering through the curtains, she found a fleeting moment of peace, a respite from the turmoil that raged outside.

And as she nestled closer to you, her heart whispered words of gratitude for your unwavering support, a silent acknowledgment of the refuge you provided in a world that sought to extinguish her light.