The One He Let Go
“I’m living in the future I chose.”
His expression softens, and he cups my cheek, brushing his lips against my forehead.
“Then that’s all I’ll ever need.”
I smile, pressing my forehead against his. And as the music swells, as the world around us spins with laughter and love. I know, without a doubt, that this is our happy ending. Not because it’s perfect. Not because we never struggled. But because, despite everything, we made it together.
THE END.
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