The Morning After
When morning came, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains. I woke before Steve and watched him sleep, his face finally relaxed.
There was no regret in my chest.
There was no sense of loss.
Instead, there was clarity.
We had crossed a threshold together, not as newlyweds chasing an ideal, but as two adults choosing reality over illusion.
When Steve woke, he looked at me cautiously, as if afraid the night before had been a dream.
I smiled.
“I’m still here,” I said.
He exhaled, the tension easing from his body.
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