letters that staved
One morning, while sipping coffee by the shore, Franc looked at me.
“We’re really here,” he whispered.
“Not hung upside-down,” I replied.
He smiled.
“This—this is more than staying.”
“It’s starting,” I said.
He reached out, palm warm, eyes steady.
“Let’s build something.”
I took his hand.
“Only if I get to decorate with sunflower pillows.”
He groaned.
“But yes,” he said.
And just like that, in a place neither of us belonged to—but both chose—we began.
🌻 Ready for Part 14, ? We could explore their new beginnings—unexpected visitors, work challenges, or personal breakthroughs. This love story has legs, and I’m ready to keep walking with you. Just give me the signal.
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