Time passed. Seasons changed. Letters were written. Some days were harder than others.
Then, one rainy Thursday, Mira returned to the library after years away. She sat by the window, heart aching with memory.
"Still writing in the margins?"
She looked up.
Elias stood there, older, familiar, smiling the same way he always had.
Love had waited. Quietly. Faithfully.
And this time, neither of them let go.