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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Unseen Shift

작가: A. Cavelle
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-11-21 16:01:44

Maybe it truly began that night on the balcony, under the cold spring air.

That quiet night, the wind carrying our laughter through the dark, tears drying on both our cheeks, the air between us finally still after years of turbulent storms. Something heavy and painful in me settled then. Something deep in him, too. We had stepped into a new chapter without ever needing to say the words aloud—soft, steady, like two people who had finally stopped running from the only place they were ever meant to return to. We weren't chasing a feeling; we were building a home, quiet choice by choice, in the space between us.

For three glorious months, life felt like it had finally lined up correctly. Work, school, love, and routine—everything moved with a rhythm that didn't feel forced, but profoundly earned. It was the reward for choosing myself and closing the door on chaos.

I had left my job working with toddlers, and that had been bittersweet. I loved them fiercely, loved the necessary softness
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