Galen and Ciara, however, were indeed oblivious to the whispers and stares. They had their own world, a world built on a foundation of love, trust, and shared dreams. The outside world, with its petty dramas and superficial concerns, faded into the background, a mere whisper compared to the symphony of their love. "You know," Ciara said, her voice a soft murmur, "I love how we can just walk hand in hand, like this, and not care what anyone else thinks." Galen, his heart overflowing with a love that mirrored her own, smiled, his gaze never leaving hers. "Me too," he replied, his voice a low rumble that seemed to soothe her soul. "It's like we're the only two people in the world." They paused beneath a towering oak, its branches laden with golden leaves that cascaded down like a water