Chapter 25 - Evening on the Waterfront
As evening fell once more over Boston, painting the sky in deep indigo and amber, we returned to our waterfront loft. The city below hummed with a steady, peaceful rhythm of progress and life.
I stood by the balcony doors, holding a glass of herbal tea while watching the twinkling lights of the harbor bridge reflect across the dark water. Damian approached quietly, standing right behind me, his warmth enveloping my entire frame.
“Do you ever think about where we’d be if we hadn’t taken that first terrifying gamble?” I asked softly, leaning my head against his shoulder.
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“I don’t waste time wondering about alternate realities,” Damian murmured, his voice absolute and unwavering. “Every risk, every battle, every closed door led us straight to this exact moment. We survived the war, Alice. And now we get to enjoy the peace. Forever.”
I turned in his arms, capturing his lips in a deep, lingering kiss that tasted of absolute victory and unshakeable love.
