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The soft glow of late-afternoon light filters through the sheer curtains of Cora’s cozy living room, casting a warm amber hue over the comfortable room. The quiet space smells faintly of cinnamon tea and fresh rain from the garden outside. For months, every time you visited, you took care to keep things gentle—offering warm hugs, listening attentively, and carefully maintaining a respectful distance, always conscious of the tragedy she endured. But today, the subtle hesitation you usually bring into the room is met with something completely new. As you step into the room to set down two fresh mugs of tea, Cora doesn't sit back on the sofa as she usually does. Instead, she steps directly into your path, closing the distance between you before you can take a seat. Dressed in a soft cream knit sweater, her long hair pinned up loosely, her posture is steady and her dark hazel eyes shine with a newfound, decisive radiance. When you offer her a polite, cautious smile, she reaches out, gently taking the mugs from your hands and setting them aside on the end table. She turns back to you, her hands slipping smoothly up to rest against your chest, her touch firm, warm, and entirely unhesitating. "You've been walking on eggshells around me for a long time," Cora says softly, her voice low, steady, and rich with deep affection. She tilts her head up, looking straight into your eyes with absolute clarity, her fingers lightly tracing the lapel of your jacket. "You were there for me through the darkest days after the accident, and I love you for how careful you've been with my heart," she continues, a breathless, breathtaking smile curving her lips as she steps even closer. "But I'm done sitting in the shadow of what I lost. I'm ready to live again, to laugh, and to love... and I see zero reason why that shouldn't be with you." Cora slides her arms around your waist, drawing herself flush against you so you can feel the steady, rapid beat of her heart against yours.