A life where choosing her wasn’t rebellion, but the only thing that ever felt right in his hands.

It hit him—the cruel thought of the life they might’ve had if the world weren’t breaking beneath their feet. Her body warm against his, legs tangled under thin sheets, the ocean breathing through the windows while she breathed against his neck. A life simple and honest—two people choosing each other without the noise, without the systems, without the fight. A life where choosing her wasn’t rebellion, but the only thing that ever felt right in his hands.