Alina’s POV
After breakfast, we went for a walk along the beach. Leo ran ahead, collecting shells and tossing them into imaginary rivers.
Sebastian and I followed slowly, our steps naturally falling into the rhythm of the tide. I noticed how much had changed in him: he moved with ease, patient and attentive, no longer trying to control everything. He had learned to exist in the moment, to participate without dominating, to let life unfold naturally.
“I’ve been thinking,” Sebastian said softly, glancing at me as we walked side by side. “About life, about us, about what really matters.”
I turned toward him, curiosity softening my expression. “And what have you realized?” I asked.
He hesitated, then spoke carefully. “I can’t change the past. I can’t erase mistakes. But I can choose what
