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Adrian's POV The morning after Noah and I spent the night beneath the stars, I woke with my heart still full, my thoughts lingering on the confessions we’d shared. The warmth of his arm draped over me, the steady rhythm of his breathing beside me, and the quiet hum of life beyond our bedroom walls felt like a promise of everything we’d fought to build. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was peace, a peace we’d both bled for, cried for, and nearly lost countless times. But beneath that peace was a quiet flutter of nerves that wouldn’t let me go. It had been growing for weeks now, whispering in the back of my mind every time I sat down with my journal or opened my laptop to write. The book I’d been working on wasn’t just words anymore. It wasn’t just a private record of our journey or a way to untangle the mess of my past. It had become something bigger, something that might actually mean something to others. And that terrified me. I slid carefully out of bed, not

Adrian's POV The morning light streamed through the half-finished windows of our new home, painting golden streaks across the dusty wooden floors. It had been weeks of renovations, weeks of planning and decision-making, and now, finally, the place was starting to look less like a construction site and more like the dream Noah and I had envisioned together. I stood in the middle of the living room, taking it all in. The fresh paint still carried a faint, clean scent that mixed with the earthy aroma of sawdust. The walls were warm and inviting, the kind of colors that made a space feel like a sanctuary. Through the wide glass doors, I could see the backyard, where the grass had just been trimmed and the first blooms of spring were beginning to push through the soil. Noah was outside with the dog, laughing as he chased the little ball we’d bought just last week. His laugh carried through the open door, rich and unrestrained, and it tugged at my heart. For a moment, I just stood there

Adrian's POV The house was quieter than it had been in days, the kind of quiet that settles after a storm. Noah's family had left late last night, leaving the faint scent of my mother’s favorite flowers lingering in the air, from the flowers Emily had brought for me, and the memory of laughter echoing faintly in the hallways. Noah sat beside me on the couch, his hand resting gently over mine as though grounding me, as though sensing the whirlwind of emotions swirling beneath my calm exterior. On the table before us lay a stack of letters, worn and fragile with age, bound together by a faded silk ribbon. They were hers. My mother’s handwriting marked each envelope, looping and graceful, each word captured by ink and time. When they had been discovered yesterday, tucked neatly into an old wooden box at the back of my father’s wardrobe, something inside me had shifted. It was as though the walls I had carefully built to keep my past contained had begun to crack. I had stared at the b