Elliott’s POVThe sunlight falls softly across the terrace, warm and forgiving. I sip my coffee, the taste bitter but grounding, as I watch Luca in the garden. His hands are covered in paint, a smear on his cheek, and he looks up, catching my gaze with that same spark I thought I’d lost forever.Months have passed since we found each other again. The scars of the past—the lies, the silence, the months apart—still linger, but they no longer weigh us down. Instead, they remind me of how fragile love can be and how fiercely worth fighting for.I set my cup down and step toward him. He doesn’t look surprised; he never does when I appear out of nowhere. That’s our rhythm now, unspoken but understood. I reach for his hand, feeling the warmth spread through me, anchoring me to this moment.“You’ve been busy,” I tease gently, nodding at the splashes of color across his shirt.He laughs, a sound I never want to forget. “Someone has to bring beauty into the world. Even if it’s just one brushstr
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