*Eleanor*
The day felt like something borrowed from a life that didn’t belong to me. It's too beautiful to hold without shattering.
Nickolas had insisted on this date. I’d hesitated at first. Not because I didn’t want it—God knew I did—but because part of me feared I’d start believing in a future I might not live long enough to have.
But when he showed up at my door, his hair a little messy from the wind, wearing that stupidly perfect navy shirt rolled up at the sleeves, his eyes holding that storm only I ever seemed to calm… I went.
I would’ve followed him anywhere.
We rode horses along the old ridge trails behind the mountains, laughing as the wind tore through our hair. My stallion kept trying to race ahead of his, and Nickolas kept pretending to scold me like some Alpha instructor
