Caelan’s POV We sat on a blanket in a field that stretched on.The silence around us was not eerie or suspicious. It was a complete silence that only spoke about the stability.Beside me, Lyra sat with a smile on her face.She was radiating.There was something about her that constantly made her beautiful to me. It wasn't in her physical elegance or delicate look. It was in the way her heart was pure, untouched by the bitterness and pain she endured.She was strong. Bold.And mine.I looked ahead, taking a look at what she was staring at, and I chuckled.Our son runs ahead of us—barefoot, bare-chested, golden-eyed like Lyra, and sharp-jawed like me. He darts through the field, chasing after a squirrel as if he would win some kind of award over it. Lyra laughed hard at this, and I chuckled.She looked at me, eyes lit up in joy.“He’s never going to catch it.” She said softly.I nodded, joining her to laugh.It has been two long years already. Two years since Lyra and I marked each ot
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