MOVING FORWARD
Spring came slowly to the city. The snow melted. The trees budded. The gray skies gave way to blue. Adrian noticed it for the first time in years — the way the light changed, the way the air smelled different. He had been living in darkness for so long, he had forgotten what it felt like to look forward to a new day. He and Nina had settled into a rhythm. Dinners twice a week. Long walks on weekends. Phone calls that lasted past midnight. They were building something new — not on the ashes of the old, but on something steadier. Honesty. Patience. Time. "I love you," she said one evening. They were sitting on his couch, a movie playing that neither of them was watching. "I know," he said. She turned to face him. "Do you still love me?" He looked at her. Really looked. The dark hair,
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