Clara's POV
"My love," I whispered, pulling back slightly, tears streaming down my face as I looked up at him.
"Shh… please, don't say anything," he murmured, his own voice trembling.
"I just…" I began, but he pressed a finger gently to my lips.
"Please," he said, tears glistening in his eyes. "I just want to be here with you, in this moment."
Then he kissed me—warm, gentle, full of everything I had missed. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a welcome home, a bridge back to myself, back to him.
When he pulled me into his arms, holding me tight, I felt it—every lonely second, every gap of time spent apart, collapsing into this single, perfect instant.
"I missed you so much, my love," he whispered against my hair, and I laughed softly through my tears.
All this time, I had been near him yet felt so far away, as if some invisible wall kept us apart. But now… finally, I was back in his arms, and nothing else mattered at this time.
