The city of Elowen was always bathed in golden light during the early fall. The leaves shimmered like coins in the wind, and the sun hung low, casting soft shadows that made everything feel had always loved autumn. It was the season of quiet change, of soft sweaters and whispered conversations. Her small apartment on the fifth floor of an old stone building overlooked a tree lined street where children played and elders walked slowly, hands behind their backs, as if holding memories they didn't want to drop.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrCpo0dymZv
But this autumn, something was different. Emma felt it in the stillness of her heart, in the way she paused just a second longer to brush her hair behind her ear. She wasn't waiting for the season. She was waiting for him.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuTGeqdMjah
Luca had entered her life like a song she hadn't realized she knew the words to. They had met six months ago at a local bookshop. He had been standing in front of her favorite poetry shelf, holding a copy of Letters to a Young Poet by Rilke. When he caught her eye, he had smiled not shyly, but with the kind of quiet certainty that disarms.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6xzGfsTE86
You like Rilke? he had asked, holding the book up.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAJjyWKNinY
He breaks my heart, she had replied.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV9CHLwRXqw
Good," Luca said. "That's how you know it matters.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdwEUEjlp4j
They fell into a rhythm of late-night walks, morning coffee in mismatched mugs, and slow conversations about everything and nothing. Luca was thoughtful in a way that made Emma feel seen not just watched, but understood. He noticed the tiny tremble in her voice when she spoke of her mother. He remembered her favorite tea. He listened.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡevlFeX5Dkn
Emma, in turn, discovered that Luca had a past full of scars some fresh, some faded. A brother who left without goodbye. A father who only spoke in rules. A dream of becoming an architect that had been boxed away after too many failures.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpzUej2ZC4D
She didn't try to fix him. She simply sat beside him in the quiet, and in doing so, helped him heal.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLN2bh4shpo
On the day in the image, the day the story truly begins, Emma had spent the morning rearranging her bookshelf. The window was open, and the smell of cinnamon drifted from the bakery downstairs.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI6dWDKrGE6
Luca arrived unannounced, as he often did, with a soft knock and a sheepish smile. But this time, something in his expression was different more serious, more vulnerable.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAWbKlLD7oD
Can I sit?" he asked.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5PJ0nPf8AB
Always.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCJFVoyJDnq
They sat by the window. The sun poured through like melted honey, wrapping them in gold. Emma turned to him, brushing the soft strands of hair from her face. Luca reached out, took her hand, and kissed it gently. Not out of formality. Out of devotion.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjnkegxhpPs
"Emma, he said, still holding her hand, "I've never been sure of anything in my life. I stumble. I second guess. But every time I think of you, it's like the world straightens. I know where I'm going when I'm with you."67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7kpKPm1eXd
Tears welled in Emma's eyes. She didn't speak. She didn't need to. He continued.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn5ljGjQay0
"I'm not asking for forever yet. I'm just asking for now. For autumn. For winter. For a chance to prove that I can be the kind of man who deserves the way you look at me.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyLu1g604fu
She lifted her free hand to his cheek, warm beneath her touch. "Luca" she whispered. "You already are."67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmZI8F5YtjB
The seasons changed, as they always do. Autumn gave way to winter, and they spent it wrapped in blankets, reading poems aloud and watching snow dust the windows. Spring came, and with it, new life flowers on the balcony, new books, and quiet plans for the future.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbros68DwGt
They didn't rush. Love they discovered didn't need to sprint. It simply had to stay.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv4acVe34tF
Years later, that very moment by the window Luca on his knees, kissing her hand in sunlight would be framed in their living room. Visitors would ask about it, and they'd smile exchanging a look that said:67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfw2P3LHkJF
That was the beginning. That was the moment we chose each other.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiiA302V9aB
And they had. In the quiet of an ordinary day, in the softness of falling light they had chosen something extraordinary.
Penana
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