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Link (Chapter 7): Chapter 7: What We Choose
Morning didn’t rush them.
Light crept in slowly through the curtains, pale and patient, settling over Mira’s apartment like it knew better than to interrupt. The city outside was already awake, but inside, time moved differently softer, slower.
Arin woke first.
He lay still for a moment, taking inventory of the room the bookshelf by the window, the notebook on the table, the faint smell of tea lingering in the air. And then there was Mira, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her presence without touching her.
She stirred slightly, murmuring something unintelligible, then opened her eyes.
For a second, she just looked at him.
No teasing.
No armor.
Just real.
“Hey,” she said, voice low with sleep.
“Hey.”
She smiled not playful this time, not careful either. Just easy.
“Still here.”
“I am,” he replied.
That seemed to matter to her more than she expected. She shifted closer, resting her head against his shoulder, fingers tracing absent shapes against the fabric of his sleeve.
“I like mornings like this,” she said. “They don’t ask questions.”
He smiled faintly. “They answer a few, though.”
She laughed softly, then grew quiet again.
“You know,” Mira said, staring at the ceiling, “I used to think connection had to be loud. Dramatic. Immediate. Like lightning.”
“And now?”
“Now I think it can feel like this.” She turned to look at him. “Like something that stays.”
Arin didn’t respond right away. He didn’t need to. He simply turned slightly, resting his forehead against hers a small, grounding touch.
“I don’t know what this becomes,” he said honestly. “But I know I want to keep choosing it.”
Mira closed her eyes briefly, then nodded.
“That’s enough for me,” she whispered.
They eventually got up slowly, reluctantly moving around each other in the quiet space like it was already shared. Mira poured coffee. Arin stood by the window, notebook open, writing a line he didn’t want to forget.
She watched him from the kitchen, smiling to herself.
“What are you writing now?” she asked.
He glanced back at her, then down at the page.
“A reminder,” he said.
She didn’t ask him to read it aloud. Some things didn’t need witnesses.
Outside, the day waited ordinary, demanding, inevitable.
Inside, something had shifted into place.
Not a promise.
Not a declaration.
Just two people choosing to remain present.
And for now…
that was everything.
THE END !!
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