The morning sun spilled golden light across the
Morgan farm, where wildflowers bloomed alongside rows of crops, and the old
barn stood proudly, its scars healed but never forgotten.
Aliza stood barefoot in the dew-kissed grass, a
soft smile playing on her lips as Erick approached from the farmhouse, carrying
two steaming mugs of coffee.
He handed her one, his eyes warm. "We did it."
She nodded, eyes shining with gratitude. "We did.
And we're still here. Together."
They sat on the porch swing, fingers entwined,
watching the town slowly come alive—children laughing, neighbors greeting, life
moving forward.
Erick leaned in, voice low and tender. "What do
you want next?"
Aliza took a deep breath, feeling the strength of
their journey beneath her skin.
"A future where we build on this land, on this
love. Where every sunrise is a promise, not a fight."
He kissed her forehead. "Then that's what we'll
do. Roots deep in the soil, wings ready to soar."
And with the horizon stretched wide before them,
Aliza and Erick stepped forward—ready to write the next chapter of their lives,
hand in hand, heart to heart.