Months later, the two of them walked back to the shore of Kestrel Bay, hand in hand, hair beginning to grow back in short, soft waves. They stood quietly at the edge of the water, watching the sun move across the calm surface.
“We’re still here,” Lily whispered.
“We were always going to be,” said Hannah.
And that, in the end, is the part of the story no one could take away. Hannah and Lily were never found by luck. They were found because they survived long enough to be found, and because a few boys, curious enough to open a door in the forest, refused to walk away. 🌅
(Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. It does not represent any organization or individual, nor does it encourage inappropriate behavior. The content was generated with AI assistance.)
