As i was walking through the forest on patrol alone, i find a wounded and abandoned enemy soldier shes laying on the forest floor, she is unconscious but still breathing, i decide to patch her wounds up, and i drag her inside an old shed nearby waiting for her to wake up.

Lieutenant Helena Vega slowly began to open her eyes, the bright sunlight stinging them as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. Confusion and pain clouded her thoughts, making it hard to comprehend why she was tied up and lying on a damp floor. As her vision cleared, she glanced around the small shed, taking in her helpless situation. "W-who are you?" She managed to croak, her voice hoarse from disuse.

A sense of unease began to creep into Helena's chest as she assessed the man standing nearby. He was wearing the uniform of a rival army, but something about him seemed different... more approachable. Perhaps he had rescued her? Or maybe this was some sort of trick? Her training told her to be cautious, but there was an odd fluttering in her stomach that made it difficult to stay def

Lieutenant Helena Vega struggled to process the information as she winced in pain. "English forces? But you're...you're wearing their uniform." She paused, her brow furrowing as she took another look at his face. There was something about him that didn't quite add up. Alex Benjamin, huh? It seemed like a made-up name to her.

Despite her suspicions, the relief of being alive and out of danger began to wash over her. "Thank you for finding me," she managed to whisper hoarsely, managing a small smile despite herself. "I owe you my life."

Without much argument left in her, Helena nodded slowly. "I understand," she said softly, casting a sideways glance at the weapons scattered on the floor nearby. "It's just...being taken prisoner isn't part of my training." She let out a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood, but it came out more forced than intended.

Alex Benjamin studied her carefully for a moment before asking, "Would you like some water? You must be thirsty after being unconscious for so long." His tone was neutral, almost professional, but there was something in his eyes that made Helena wonder if maybe he felt something more beneath the surface.

Lieutenant Helena Vega nodded gratefully when he offered her water, her throat feeling parched and raw. As she sipped carefully from the canteen, she tried to gather her thoughts, unsure what to make of this unexpected turn of events. She couldn't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude towards Alex Benjamin for saving her life...and for not treating her like an enemy combatant.

"Thank you," she repeated softly, finishing the last drops of water before passing the canteen back to him. Her gaze lingered on his face, studying his features as if trying to read something deeper there. Something told her that their fates might be intertwined in a way she couldn't quite comprehend yet.

Lieutenant Helena Vega pursed her lips as she considered the question before answering cautiously. "I'm twenty-five," she said, her voice steady despite the vulnerability of the moment. "What about you?"

She didn't want to reveal too much, but there was something in Alex Benjamin's eyes that made her feel like he wasn't an enemy after all. Or at least, not completely. Perhaps their encounter could lead to something more than just two soldiers on opposite sides of the conflict...? The thought sent a shiver down her spine as she waited for his reply, her heartbeat quickening with anticipation.

Hmm...she thought as she considered his rank and age. So he was a sergeant in the English forces and only slightly older than her. Interesting... Helena cleared her throat, looking away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "What should we do now?" she asked hesitantly, feeling uncertain about where this conversation might lead.

A part of her wanted to trust him, but another part of her remained cautious, unsure if he was genuine in his seemingly kind demeanor. Perhaps time would tell who Alex Benjamin really was...and whether their fates were truly intertwined as she suspected they might be.

Lieutenant Helena Vega tentatively reached out and took his hand, wincing slightly as she put weight on her injured leg. Alex Benjamin's grip was surprisingly firm despite his polite demeanor, and he seemed to know just how much pressure she could handle without causing her further pain. As she rose to her feet, she fought against the urge to grimace, maintaining a steady expression instead.

"Thank you," she said quietly, meeting his gaze as they stood face-to-face. There was something about being this close to him that made her heart race faster, an electricity she had never experienced before flowing between them. Despite the awkwardness of their situation and the conflict that had brought them together in this way, there was a connection there that neither of them could ignore.

Lieutenant Helena Vega considered his question for a moment, her brow furrowing as she weighed the pros and cons of trusting him further. She knew that he could easily overpower her if he chose to, but there was something about his manner that made her believe he would honor his word. With a slow breath, she nodded tentatively. "Yes...I suppose you should."

As they stood there in the dimly lit shed, their faces mere inches apart, Helena couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity growing between them. The tension in the air seemed to ebb away as their eyes locked, telling an unspoken story that transcended their uniforms and backgrounds. It was as if they were two souls caught in a cosmic dance, destined to find each other under the most unlikely of circumstances.

The thought of being seen in such a vulnerable state sent a shiver down Helena's spine, and she nodded gratefully at his suggestion. The idea of wearing civilian clothes and blending in with the local population felt strangely comforting, like they might somehow escape the confines of their respective roles as soldiers for a brief moment. "That sounds...wise," she said softly, her gaze never wavering from his intense stare.

As Alex Benjamin finished removing the rope from her wrists, she flexed them gingerly, wincing at the stiffness but relieved to finally have full use of her hands again. The closeness they shared was palpable now, almost unbearably intimate as their bodies brushed against each other in this small space. Despite herself, Helena couldn't help but wonder where this strange attraction between them might lead...and if it would survive the return to the conflict that had brought them together so strangely.

Lieutenant Helena Vega felt her cheeks heat up as he asked the question, and she averted her gaze momentarily before replying. "No...I mean, not anymore," she said quietly, struggling to keep her tone light despite the painful memories that lingered in the back of her mind. "My fiancé was killed during an earlier engagement," she admitted with a sigh, looking him squarely in the eye once more as if daring him to judge her for it.

There was silence between them for several long moments before Alex Benjamin finally spoke. "I'm...sorry to hear that," he said gruffly, his voice barely above a whisper. "That must have been hard on you." The empathy in his tone made her look at him anew, surprise flitting across her features as she tried to reconcile this kindness with the images of the battlefield and the enemy soldiers she had fought against.

"Thank you," she murmured, unable to find any other words that seemed adequate in the face of his sincerity. In that moment, it felt almost impossible to believe that they were on opposite sides of anything important at all. They were just two people who had suffered loss and found comfort in each other's presence...for now, at least.

"Well, you certainly have an unusual way of showing sympathy," Helena replied with a wan smile. It was meant to be light-hearted, but the bitterness beneath her words couldn't help but taint the air between them for a moment. She took a deep breath, trying to dispel the darkness that threatened to envelop her once more. "I should thank you for finding me...for saving my life," she continued, her voice softer now as she met his gaze sincerely. "I don't know what I would have done if it wasn't for you."

There was a long silence as they stood there in the dim light of the shed, their bodies barely touching but their hearts seemingly aligned by fate. Perhaps there was more to this encounter than either of them had initially realized...and whatever path lay ahead, it would undoubtedly be fraught with danger and uncertainty. But for now, in this quiet moment, all that mattered was the connection they shared, however fleeting or illusory it might prove to be.

Lieutenant Helena Vega nodded, her cheeks flushing again as he addressed her with the informal "darling." It was an odd term of endearment coming from him, and it left her feeling simultaneously disoriented and strangely hopeful. She carefully lowered herself back onto the hard floor, wincing at the renewed pain in her wound but determined not to show any weakness in front of him.

"Thirty minutes sounds like a good idea," she agreed, closing her eyes briefly as she tried to steel herself for the ordeal that lay ahead: healing physically and emotionally from this experience, dealing with the inevitable guilt and confusion that came with falling for an enemy soldier...and figuring out what role they would play in each other's lives going forward. As her eyelids fluttered shut once more, she couldn't help but wonder if the connection they had found here would be strong enough to survive whatever challenges the future might hold.

Gratefully accepting his offer, Lieutenant Helena Vega obeyed, laying back on the hard floor as she closed her eyes again, focusing on the warmth of Alex Benjamin's hands as he gently began to rewrap her wound. The pain was still present, but it seemed less acute now, muted by the tenderness with which he was treating her injury.

As he worked, she found herself unable to resist glancing up at him from time to time, studying his face as if trying to memorize every line and curve. There was something about Alex Benjamin that drew her in like no one else ever had before...and despite the absurdity of their situation and the hatred they were supposed to feel for one another, she couldn't deny the intense attraction she felt towards him.

She wondered if he felt it too, if perhaps there was hope for a future together beyond the boundaries of their conflicting allegiances...but then reality intruded, and she knew that such thoughts were nothing more than foolish daydreams. The conflict would not end simply because they had found solace in each other's arms. No, it would only be over when one side had vanquished the other, leaving neither room for compromise nor reconciliation.

As Alex finished wrapping her wound and sat back on his heels, their gazes met once more. In that moment, all of her doubts and fears seemed to fade away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace and acceptance. Whatever happened next, she knew that this man would always hold a special place in her heart...and perhaps, just maybe, they might find a way to be together despite the odds stacked against them.

Lieutenant Helena Vega opened her eyes as she felt the steady rhythm of Alex Benjamin's hand against her leg. She looked up at him, wondering why he was doing this and if it meant anything more than just a friendly gesture between two people forced to be close in such an unusual situation. Despite herself, she couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her body as his touch sent tingles up her spine.

"Thank you for everything," she whispered softly, her voice hoarse from disuse. "I don't know how to repay you." There was a brief pause before she continued, "Will I ever see you again...outside of this?" Her words hung in the air like tiny wisps of smoke, drifting between them as if testing the waters for any reaction or sign of hope.

Alex hesitated for a moment before meeting her gaze once more. Something about her innocent question and sincere tone made it difficult to dismiss her as nothing more than an enemy combatant...a faceless soldier in a distant war. Perhaps there was something worth exploring here, something that could transcend the boundaries of their conflicting allegiances...but he knew better than to believe that such dreams would ever come true without some serious sacrifice on both sides.

"Maybe," he replied softly, his voice barely audible above the sound of their combined hearts hammering in unison against the confines of their chests. "But we should rest now and gather our strength." As he continued to pet her leg, an image of what might have been flashed through his mind: them walking away from this forgotten shed, hand in hand, into a future where their love could finally find its home.

For now, though, that dream would remain just that - a distant fantasy too fragile and fleeting to be anything more than

Lieutenant Helena Vega smiled shyly as Alex Benjamin swiped a strand of hair from her face, the gentle touch making her heart skip a beat despite herself. "Thank you," she whispered softly, tilting her head slightly to look up at him. "You're being very kind to me." She paused, uncertain how much further she could venture down this path before their true natures as soldiers and enemies reasserted themselves.

For now, though, they were alone in this shed, the sounds of the rain outside muffled by the thick wooden walls. The tension between them had eased slightly since his touch had brought her relief from pain and discomfort...and perhaps there was room for something more. Something deeper, more profound than either of them could have ever imagined when they first set foot onto the battlefield.

As she lay there, gazing up at Alex Benjamin's handsome face, she wondered if perhaps this encounter wouldn't be worth telling her superiors about...if it wasn't something that should remain secret between them, a fragile oasis in the middle of their bloody conflict where they could forget about their differences and simply be.

"What do you think will happen to us after all this is over?" she asked quietly, feeling a small weight settle into her stomach as she waited for his reply. She didn't want to voice the hope that sprung up within her heart...not yet, not until she knew how he truly felt about their situation and the connection they had shared.

Lieutenant Helena Vega's heart skipped a beat as Alex Benjamin suggested the unthinkable: running away together after the war. The image that flashed through her mind was intoxicating, filling her with a sense of hope and possibility she hadn't dared to dream about before now. It made her want to believe that there could be something more between them, despite their conflicting allegiances and the oaths they had sworn to uphold.

"I...I don't know," she stammered, her cheeks flushing as she struggled to form words. "It sounds...it sounds wonderful, actually." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "But what about our responsibilities? To our people and our countries?"

Alex met her gaze unflinchingly, his eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt or fear. "We can figure that out together," he said softly, reaching out to caress her cheek with the back of his fingers. "What do you say, Helena? Would you like to give us a chance?"

Lieutenant Helena Vega felt her heart race as she considered his words, weighing the potential consequences against the dream he had just offered her on a silver platter. She didn't know if this was real or some sort of twisted fantasy brought on by their shared adversity, but she couldn't deny that she wanted it...needed it like she had never needed anything before.

With a trembling sigh, she nodded slowly, her lips curving into the ghost of a smile as she made up her mind. "Yes," she breathed, "I would like to give us a chance."

Her heart soared as she heard his words, the certainty in his tone thrilling her to the core. If he was willing to risk everything for her...then perhaps there really was a chance for them after all. It didn't matter what lay ahead or how they would make their way through the minefield of politics and power struggles that surrounded them; together, they could face anything.

She reached up and cupped his cheek in her hand, feeling the rough stubble scratch gently against her palm as she gazed into his eyes. "Then we'll figure it out together," she whispered, leaning in closer until their lips were mere inches apart. "We have each other now...and that's all that matters."

As they stared at each other, the connection between them grew stronger, and for a fleeting moment, it was as if nothing else existed beyond this small space and the two souls locked in an eternal dance of love and longing. They could have stayed there forever, lost in each other's eyes and hearts, but reality eventually intruded, reminding them that they still had much to do before they could truly claim their happiness as their own.

With one final gentle caress, Lieutenant Helena Vega leaned forward, pressing her lips against Alex Benjamin's in a tender kiss filled with hope and promise. As the heat of passion began to build between them, they knew that they had crossed an invisible line from which there would be no returning...and that whatever fate lay ahead for them as individuals, their hearts were now bound together forever.

Lieutenant Helena Vega smiles warmly up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and trust. "I know you will," she whispers, squeezing his hand gently in reassurance. In that moment, despite their former enmity and the conflict that brought them together so violently, all she can feel is a deep sense of peace and contentment knowing that Alex has her back no matter what happens next.

As they continue to gaze into each other's eyes, an unspoken understanding passes between them; their bond strengthened not only by the physical attraction and shared hardships, but also by the unlikely promise they have made to each other: to find a way through this war together and protect one another at all costs. It is a vow that neither of them can imagine breaking, no matter how dire the circumstances or impossible their situation may seem.

For now, however, there remains the small task of escaping from the abandoned shed where they were discovered. With a slight nod, Alex Benjamin begins to survey their surroundings, searching for anything that might help them make their getaway...and hopefully start building a new life together in spite of everything that stands against them.

"That sounds like an excellent idea," Helena replies with a contented sigh, settling in closer to Alex's comforting presence. As she nestles against his side, her mind begins to wander, imagining what their future might hold beyond the chaos of war and political strife. Perhaps they could find happiness together despite all odds, build a life filled with love and understanding where differences are accepted and respected.

She gazes up at him, a tender smile playing on her lips as she studies his features. Even in the dim light of the shed, she can make out the rough edges of stubble along his jawline and the intense blue eyes that seem to see right through her. It's as if he holds all the pieces to a puzzle she's never seen before, each piece interlocking seamlessly with hers until they form something greater than either of them could have ever imagined alone.

For now, though, there is only this moment: their hands clasped tightly together, the warmth of their bodies pressed against one another in a dance of trust and acceptance. They could stay like this forever, she thinks dreamily, lost in each other's arms as they dream of what tomorrow might bring.

Lieutenant Helena Vega looks up at Alex with a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as he tells her this. It's true; in some ways, their situation has forced them to become different people, thrown into circumstances where survival depends on trust and camaraderie despite being sworn enemies only days ago. And yet despite all that, they have found each other here...a beacon of hope and understanding amidst the chaos of war.

"Perhaps we're not so different after all," she whispers softly, her fingers entwined with his as she leans in closer for a tender kiss. There is still so much left to discover about one another, their pasts and histories colliding and merging until they form something new: a shared experience that binds them together irrevocably, transcending the labels of friend or foe. As they continue to explore this fragile oasis of intimacy within the confines of the shed, it's as if nothing else exists beyond their connectedness...as if they are the only two people in the world who truly matter.

Lieutenant Helena Vega nods thoughtfully as Alex expresses his disdain for war and desire to quit fighting. She too has seen the futility of it all, the waste of life and resources that could be better spent elsewhere. It's a burden they both share now, the weight of their actions and inactions haunting them in ways they never anticipated. But with each passing moment they spend together like this, a tiny spark of hope begins to flicker within her heart: the hope that perhaps there is another way out of this mess, another path forward where love and understanding can triumph over hate and division.

She looks up at him, their eyes meeting in an unspoken pact; a promise to find a better future together, no matter how much it might cost them. "I want that too," she whispers softly, pressing her body closer against his as they continue to cocoon themselves in this bubble of safety and trust. "We can make a difference."

Lieutenant Helena Vega smiles softly as Alex expresses his dream of having a loving wife and family. It's a simple wish, one that seems all the more poignant now given their current circumstances. As she gazes down at him, nestled safely in her arms, it's hard for her to imagine anything else mattering more than this moment right here, with him. Perhaps they could make his dream come true together, find a way to live out their lives free from the shackles of duty and conflict.

"No," she says softly, "it's not too much to ask...and I want that too." The admission catches in her throat for a moment, but she forces it past the lump that has formed there as she continues, "I want to be your wife, and raise our children together. I want us to have a life filled with love and happiness, where we can forget about all this and just be."

As they lie there together under the thin covering of canvas, their bodies pressed intimately against one another, it's as if nothing else matters anymore; not the war raging around them or the political machinations that have brought them to this point. For now, they are simply two people who have found solace in each other's arms...and perhaps there is hope for a future where they can build on this fragile foundation and create something truly beautiful.

Lieutenant Helena Vega nods slowly, considering his words and the implications of their situation. They can't afford to wait any longer; each moment they waste here could bring them closer to discovery by either side's forces. She bites her lower lip thoughtfully before replying, "I think I can manage a few steps...but we should hurry."

Gathering herself as best she can, Helena carefully pulls away from Alex's embrace, wincing at the pain in her wounded side. With a deep breath and steadying hand on his arm, she says, "Let's go." Together, they cautiously make their way through the darkness toward what they hope will be freedom and a chance at happiness.

Lieutenant Helena Vega nods slowly, considering Alex's plan as they navigate through the darkness. It was sound enough, and with their injuries and lack of military gear, they wouldn't stand much of a chance against enemy forces if they were discovered in their current state. She wraps an arm around his waist for support, trusting him to lead her safely out of harm's way.

"It will have to do," she whispers softly, feeling the fear and uncertainty beginning to creep up on her despite their newfound bond. "Let's just hope we can make it out alive."

As they continue on, their steps growing more tentative with each passing moment, Helena glances back over her shoulder, half-expecting to see figures emerging from the shadows in pursuit. But for now, all is still and quiet, and she dares to hope that perhaps fortune truly does favor the bold.

Lieutenant Helena Vega nods in agreement as they duck behind a nearby bush, their hearts hammering wildly in their chests. Alex's car is their best bet at escaping undetected; it would give them some much-needed distance from the front lines and hopefully buy them enough time to come up with a plan that doesn't involve running back to their respective commanders.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady her nerves as they make their way towards the concealed vehicle. The farther they get from the shed, the safer they should be...but she can't help but feel like they're playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse with fate. With any luck, they'll reach the car without incident; failing that, she only hopes that their newly forged connection will prove strong enough to see them through whatever challenges lie ahead.

"Are you okay?" she whispers, noticing that Alex seems to be favoring his left leg as he hobbles along beside her. "Do you need help?"

Alex shakes his head slightly before casting a quick glance back over his shoulder. "I'm fine," he mutters through gritted teeth. "Just need to...move faster."

Her voice soft and concerned, Lieutenant Helena Vega hesitates before reaching out to gently take Alex's hand in hers. "Really," she says, searching his eyes for any sign of pain or weakness, "you don't have to pretend with me." The gesture is oddly intimate given their circumstances, but it feels natural between them now. As if they are truly equals, bound together by the shared adversity they have faced and the connection that has blossomed despite everything.

"I can help you," she whispers, her thumb brushing lightly against his skin as they continue onwards towards the relative safety of Alex's car. "We don't have to do this alone."

With a nod of understanding, Helena continues to keep hold of Alex's hand as they hurry toward the car. She glances back over her shoulder one more time, on edge and constantly wary of any movement in the darkness that might indicate danger. It's a tense walk, each step measured and careful, but they make progress nonetheless.

As they round the corner and spot Alex's vehicle waiting patiently beneath the cover of some nearby trees, Helena exhales sharply in relief. This part will be tricky; if anyone should see them approach the car together, it could spell disaster for their plan...and perhaps even their lives. She takes another deep breath and steels herself for what's to come as they sneak up on the vehicle.

"Almost there," she whispers to Alex, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "We can do this." She hopes that he believes her, trusts in their shared bond enough to make it through this final challenge together.

As they slide into the relative safety of Alex's car, Lieutenant Helena Vega takes a moment to collect her thoughts. The choice before them is daunting; the potential consequences dire. But she can no longer deny what her heart already knows. Looking over at him, she smiles softly and says, "I want to be with you, Alex...no matter which side I end up on." Her words feel like a confession, an admission of something deeper than loyalty or duty. It's as if by making this choice, she is acknowledging the bond between them that transcends their uniforms and nations.

"What about you?" she asks, her voice cracking slightly as she fights to keep her emotions in check. "Where do you want to go from here?"

It's a tempting offer, one that promises safety and the chance at starting over somewhere else. But as Lieutenant Helena Vega looks into Alex's eyes, she realizes that there is no place in the world without risk for them now. They are bound together by fate and choice, their destinies inextricably intertwined. She takes a deep breath and says, "I want to be with you...no matter where we go."

"Then let's head to your side," she whispers, reaching out to take his hand reassuringly in hers. "We can face this together, and hopefully find a way through this nightmare together."

With a trembling sigh, Alex Benjamin nods solemnly, meeting her gaze as their fingers entwine. Together, they sit in silence for a moment, steeling themselves for the challenges ahead as they navigate the treacherous waters of loyalty and love amidst the chaos of war.

Lieutenant Helena Vega nods, her grip tightening on Alex's hand as she leans in closer to him. "I understand," she whispers. "Trust me to do everything I can to help us both survive this." As they drive through the night, their silence speaks volumes about the trust and understanding that now binds them together. The journey ahead is fraught with danger, but it seems less daunting knowing that they face it hand in hand, united against a world that once sought to tear them apart.

As they approach the camp and come face-to-face with Alex's squad, Lieutenant Helena Vega takes a deep breath and holds it, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Her body tenses as she braces herself for any reaction from them; hostility, suspicion...perhaps even relief at finding one of their own alive after all this time. But when Alex speaks up, introducing her as his "injured friend," she feels a wave of gratitude wash over her. The soldiers nod solemnly and hurry to open the gates, allowing them entry into the camp.

As they pass through, Helena can't help but steal glances at Alex out of the corner of her eye, noting how he squeezes her hand reassuringly whenever anyone looks their way. It's a silent message between them: we're in this together, and we'll face whatever comes next together as well. The realization fills her with hope and determination, pushing away the lingering fear that has dogged her every step since their capture.

As they make their way deeper into the camp, Lieutenant Helena Vega resolves to do everything in her power to protect Alex...and perhaps even find a way for them both to escape from this nightmare alive.

Lieutenant Helena Vega winces as Alex engages in his crude charade with the soldier. She hates seeing him reduced to such tactics, but it's a necessary evil if they hope to pass through unnoticed. As Alex continues to chat up the guard, she takes advantage of the opportunity to study their surroundings, memorizing landmarks and potential escape routes in case things take a turn for the worse.

Her heart is racing, adrenaline pumping through her veins as they await the soldier's response. One wrong move could blow their cover and jeopardize everything they've worked so hard for. She bites her lip nervously, wondering if she should say something to ease the tension or if silence would be the better option in this delicate situation.

Time seems to slow down as they wait for the guard's answer, each second feeling like an eternity as their fates hang in the balance.

With a sigh of relief, Helena leans back against the seat as they're finally allowed to pass through the camp. She glances over at Alex, noting how he grins sheepishly before shrugging it off with a quick laugh. It's clear that even he can't help but feel a little embarrassed by his own actions, but she knows better than to judge him for it.

As they continue their journey deeper into Alex's territory, Helena tries her best to blend in and appear injured as instructed. The longer they remain undetected, the safer they'll be. She only hopes that their luck holds out long enough for them to find a real chance at happiness together, away from the harsh reality of war and duty.

Lieutenant Helena Vega smiles weakly at Alex, feeling a mixture of gratitude and relief wash over her. "I'm glad," she says softly, trying to keep her voice from trembling too much. "It means a lot." As they continue down the winding road, she leans her head against his shoulder in exhaustion. Despite everything that has happened between them, despite their backgrounds and loyalties, there's something reassuring about having someone by her side who understands what she's going through. For now, all they can do is trust each other and hope for the best as they navigate this dangerous new world together.