Aria
Ryan’s breathing became ragged and uneven as he waited in the silence, momentarily terrified, yet profoundly hopeful.
Then, Aria smiled through her tears, her voice trembling but entirely certain. "Yes."
Ryan stopped breathing altogether, his eyes widening.
She pressed her forehead against his, closing the distance between them as her voice rang clear in the evening air. "Yes, Ryan."
A breathless sob-laugh escaped him, his hands gripping her waist as Aria whispered the final, healing truth. "I choose you. Not because fate chose first, and not because we are bound by blood. I choose you simply because I want to."
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