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"You're late," Elias said, his voice a little rougher than he intended.

"I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be," she replied, her eyes searching his. Maybe This Time - Michael Martin Murphey (Lyrics) рџЋµ

Outside, the rain turned into a soft mist. Inside, the world felt still. They weren't looking for a perfect ending anymore—just a new beginning. Because this time, they weren't going to let the music stop. "You're late," Elias said, his voice a little

He reached out, his fingers brushing hers. "We missed it the first time, didn't we?" Inside, the world felt still

As the cafe's radio began to play a soft, acoustic melody, Elias looked at their hands on the table, inches apart. The fear of another "goodbye" was there, but it was smaller than the ache of the last decade. He realized that they weren't the same people who had walked away; they were older, scarred, and finally wise enough to know what a second chance looked like.

Clara smiled, a small, fragile thing. "Maybe we just weren't ready then."