Every Thursday, Maya returned. With each meeting, the walls around her heart crumbled a little more. Damjan was patient, never pushing, always present. He showed her Skopje through new eyes—hidden gardens, rooftop cafes, secret viewpoints where the city spread below them like a tapestry of lights. But fear is a stubborn companion. When Damjan tried to kiss her one evening overlooking Kale Fortress, Maya pulled away. "I cannot do this," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I cannot let someone hurt me again." Damjan took her hands gently. "Then let me show you that not everyone will. Give me a chance, Maya. Give us a chance..." The city lights blurred through her tears as she finally nodded...