Freedom doesn’t announce itself with fanfare. No bright fireworks or dramatic speeches. It’s quieter. It sneaks in, like a slow breath after holding it underwater for too long. Like that moment when you finally let yourself relax, even if just for a second.The morning after we signed the lease for the art space, I woke up feeling... light. Not completely unburdened—because, honestly, that would be too easy—but lighter. The usual weight—never-ending emails, Alexander’s constant buzzing phone, the grinding pressure of the business world—was replaced by this weird, unfamiliar calm. The air felt softer, the sky somehow bigger, like the city itself was holding its breath with me.Alexander was already up when I looked over, standing by the window, his silhouette bathed in the soft gold of sunrise. There was no crease of worry between his brows, no tension in his jaw. Just him. Quiet. Present.“Morning,” I said, my voice a little shy, maybe even hopeful.He turned, that little smile tuggin
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