Safe In His Darkness
Just Alex and me.
At one point, we found ourselves standing near the edge of the caldera, overlooking the endless blue sea. The wind lifted my hair, and the sunlight reflected across the water like liquid gold. The entire island seemed to glow beneath the afternoon sky. I felt Alex's hand slide into mine—instinctively, effortlessly, like it belonged there. I squeezed his fingers, and he squeezed back. Standing there above the ocean, surrounded by sunlight and whitewashed buildings, I found myself smiling—not because anything extraordinary had happened, not because there was a grand gesture or a dramatic moment.But sometimes, happiness wasn't something big. Sometimes, it was this: a beautiful
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