Noah and Adrian's POV The house was quiet that morning, a kind of quiet that felt warm instead of heavy. The sun filtered through the curtains in soft streaks, catching the edges of the photo frames on the walls and the cozy furniture scattered around our living room. I stretched out on the couch, breathing in the smell of freshly brewed coffee drifting from the kitchen. For a moment, I just sat there, letting it all sink in. Life had been loud for so long, battles fought, hurdles faced, dreams built with shaky hands and stubborn hearts. There were times I thought we would never get here, to this place where peace wasn’t just a faraway dream but something real, something we could touch. Adrian padded into the room, his hair slightly messy, a mug of coffee in each hand. He smiled at me, that soft, sleepy smile I had fallen in love with over and over again. “Good morning,” he murmured, setting one mug in front of me. “Morning,” I replied, wrapping my hands around the cup. It was w
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