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She smiled — that real one, the one that still knocks the air out of me.
"I know. I love you too, papi."
I kissed her again, slow and deep, while my parents watched and Bael muttered something about "sentimental motherfuckers."
The sun finished setting behind us.
No more ghosts.
No more running.
Just us.
And for the first time in forever, the future didn't feel like something I had to survive.
It felt like something I finally got to live for.
