Chapter 80 Aria

• “You have no idea how much I've dreamed of this,” Alexander says, his voice softer and gentler.
• We are sitting on the cabin's porch, surrounded by the aroma of coffee and fresh bread, while the scenery around us is bathed in the golden light of the morning sun. The first rays play between the trees, casting dancing shadows across the rustic wooden table where our hearty breakfast rests — colorful fruits, croissants, and a pitcher of juice reflecting the vibrant color of the day. I feel the gentle warmth of the sun on my skin and take a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air that carries the scent of the trees and the fields. I look at Alexander and smile, a smile that comes with a rare lightness, as if it’s the first time in a long time I feel this way, truly at peace. His presence fills the space around me, bringing a calmness that soothes the tumult in my heart, a feeling that seems so simple, yet so intense.
• “I don’t think even in my wildest dreams could I have imagined this,” I respond with sincerity. “The truth is, Alex, I never thought I would see you again, or even love you again,” I confess, my voice heavy with emotion.