Every day began to feel like a dream woven in golden threads of wonder—soft, surreal, and quietly magical.
A world she once believed so cold and distant had begun to bloom with color.
The skies, always a distant gray in her memories, now beamed with warmth.
The sun painted everything in gentle gold, and even the air felt lighter, as if the universe had exhaled its tension at last.
It felt unreal… and yet, so very real.
For Alice, these days were brighter—warmer than anything she had ever known.
Her once-lonely journey, filled with thorns and uncertainty, now felt like it had reached its long-awaited destination.
The pain she had buried deep in her chest, the memories that clawed at her during sleepless nights, the silent ache of walking forward with no one truly by her side… all of it faded the moment she reached out and found his hand waiting for her.
Fingers interlocked; a silent promise exchanged.
It had been a long road.
And it had hurt, it had hurt so much.
