The taste of forbidden

Epilogue.

Epilogue.

Seven years later.

Becket.

For a long time, I thought happiness was a distant feeling—something foreign to me. Every now and then, joy brushed against me, like a faint breath of fresh air that never quite reached a full touch. But happiness? I never knew what that was. I didn’t even believe in it. How could someone feel whole and complete with their life? I didn’t understand—it was such an alien concept that it might as well have been an illusion, invented by naive souls.

And yet, right now, with the certainty that I’ll love Lia Callahan until my last breath, I can also say this: happiness exists.

It’s in the little things.

Happiness is her smile. It blooms in the way her eyes light up when she sees me walk into a room. It lingers in every flower she still leaves for me alo