The air was crisp, carrying a hint of autumn through the quiet streets as I walked, hands buried in the pockets of my jacket. The world around me felt different now sharper, richer, alive in ways I hadn’t noticed before. I paused for a moment, taking it all in: the distant hum of traffic, the soft rustle of leaves, the warm glow of streetlights casting long shadows. It was peaceful, almost deceptively so, and I let myself breathe it in, knowing how easily chaos could return.I smiled faintly, a quiet acknowledgment of everything that had happened. The battles, the schemes, the heart-stopping moments with Savannah, the nights of fear and adrenaline, and the moments of pure, unexpected joy they all lingered in my memory like threads woven into the fabric of who I had become. I had survived, yes, but more importantly, I had grown. Every scar, every bruise, every sleepless night had forged something stronger inside me.I thought of Jaxon, of how far we had come together. The tension that
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