Novelas y relatos de Carcosa Poem

she murmured, her voice soft, almost to herself. Carson moved behind her, his presence a warm, steady force. “They fade,” he said, lips brushing her hair. “And tonight, with you, every shadow is just a memory. Nothing more.” Her heart thrummed at his nearness. “It is hard to believe we are finally free,” she admitted. “That every secret, every betrayal, every moment of fear led to this.” Carson pressed his body against hers, arms wrapping around her waist. “Free is not just escaping the past,” he murmured. “It is claiming every moment, every desire, every heartbeat with no chains between us.”