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It was as if he had aged decades overnight. I pretended not to recognize him and walked on with the kids. David glanced back over his shoulder. "That homeless guy keeps staring at us. He's probably just stunned by how perfect we look." I laughed. "Darling, when are you going to get help for that raging narcissism?" The sun poured gently over us, and our kids' laughter echoed along the street. Life was good—perfect, even—as if every piece had finally fallen into place.

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Hearing Ray Leger's words and seeing Shannon Cross's jealous expression, I felt like I was living in a dream. I couldn't believe I had actually been reborn. Seeing my silence, Ray waved his hand in front of me. His expression was one of condescension, as if marrying me was some great favor he was bestowing. "So, what do you say, Nora? Haven't you always wanted to marry me? You've wanted it for so long. "Now I'm giving you this opportunity. As long as you agree, I'll have a friend help us get our marriage certificate tomorrow."

"I'm sorry, Celine. I know that I've messed up. I'm calling off that wedding. I'll sign the papers with you right now, and we can leave this second. You've always wanted to marry me, haven't you? I'll marry you." I looked at him, finding his confession so absurd that I nearly laughed. He thought that piece of paper was what I had been waiting for this whole time, when in truth, I was waiting to be firmly, unapologetically chosen. I had wanted him not to pry my fingers away when Grandma was dying, not to walk away with Lessie during our 18th trip to the city hall, and not to demand that I compromise every time he had to choose between Lessie and me.

And that was enough. "I choose you," Davidson pronounced, the words simple, unqualified. "When I was a wife, a mother, a believer, I chose you. When the world called me a traitor and a slut, I chose you. When I was in that courtroom and saw my children vanish, I chose you. I will always choose you."

‎ ‎In the quiet. ‎In the ordinary. ‎ ‎In the love. ‎ ‎And that was the magic. ‎ ‎The one that lasted. ‎ ‎The one that mattered. ‎ ‎The one we all carried. ‎ ‎Together. ‎ ‎In every heart. ‎ ‎In every choice. ‎ ‎In every breath. ‎ ‎The light. ‎ ‎The love. ‎ ‎The life. ‎ ‎Chosen. ‎ ‎Always. ‎ ‎The cursed wolf was the first choice. ‎ ‎The light was every choice after.

"I am weird because I am not just seen by anyone. You should count yourself lucky to be chosen by the deities." "Chosen? I am at the verge of death because if the curse placed on me. I am Chosan and you tell me I'm chosen? What what if I may ask? After my death or…? My anger rose at the tone of the words dropped by the Coddos. Chosen when I was already doomed for all eternity? What is wrong with the deities? My heart was heavy enough not to care if it crushed me at that moment. "You are more than what you see yourself, girl. Listen to the winds, the waters, the earth, and listen to the fires. Follow where the energy leads you and watch your mind be filled with satisfaction."

Joseph replied and started singing, "And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine 'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile Wishing on dandelions all of the time Praying to God that one day you'll be mine Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time Dandelion, into the wind you go Won't you let my darling know? Dandelion, into the wind you go Won't you let my darling know that? I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you sm

‘Where choice and prohibition intersect. Lyra rose slowly. “I won’t be your throne.” ‘You already aren’t,’ it replied. ‘You are something less stable.’ Elyndra’s voice was sorrowful. “You are becoming an exception.” Lyra laughed weakly. “Story of my life.” Liora grabbed her hand. “Promise me something.” Lyra squeezed back. “Anything.” “If you ever have to choose again,” Liora said, voice shaking, “choose us first.” Lyra pulled her into a fierce embrace. “Always.”

“I spent my life being told what perfection looked like. What destiny required. What power demanded.” His voice dropped. “And now… there are no instructions. No rules. No master. I don’t know who I am without a system to obey.” Lyra touched his wrist, grounding him. “You’re the one who stayed,” she said. “Not because you were told to. Because you chose to.” His composure cracked—barely, but beautifully. “Then let me choose again,” he whispered. “Not for logic. Not for prophecy.” He stepped closer. “I choose faith. In you.”