This story is about letting go of the need for justification. To make this story yours, tell me:
He arrived at the cottage. It was quiet, smelling of dry wood and chamomile. Ilona didn’t ask why he came, or how long he was staying. She didn't ask about his career or his anxiety. Csak mert
I can rewrite the ending to fit your own personal "Csak mert." This story is about letting go of the need for justification