Chapter seventy.

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At first, there was silence, the tranquil stillness of the midnight air broken only by the soft rustle of leaves. Then, unexpectedly, a voice broke through the quietude. "I am here, my love," it whispered, a gentle breeze carrying the words right past Elsa's ear.

Startled, Elsa couldn't help but call out, "Alex?!" Her voice trembled as she scanned the moonlit surroundings, her hair tousled by the warm midnight breeze.

"Alex?" She called out again, desperation creeping into her voice as her heart sank upon realizing he wasn't there.

"Was it all a hallucination?" Elsa wondered aloud, suppressing the lump in her throat.

"Alexandra," she whispered, choking back tears, "I'm so scared."

"I'm sorry," the voice responded, this time from beside her. "I was late."

Elsa hesitated, torn between hope and disbelief. But when she turned around, there he was, the person she longed to see the most. "Alexander?!"

"I'm here," he reassured her,