End Me, Mend Me
It was the first genuine, happy laugh I'd made after enduring all that suffering.
He stopped and stared at my smiling face before lowering his head to capture my lips in a deep, searing kiss. This kiss held no punishment or domination. Instead, it was filled only with the preciousness of something lost and regained, and a love that ran bone-deep.
One month later, we held a small wedding by the sea. There were no guests, no fanfare—just the two of us, witnessed by the vast blue sea and sky.
Damien slipped a ring onto my finger. It wasn't a diamond, but one he had painstakingly crafted himself from a seashell, shaped exactly to my taste.