Part 1
The dawn in Marivelle was unlike any Liana had ever known. Golden sunlight poured across rooftops, spilling into the narrow streets, glinting off the cobblestones like liquid gold. Birds called in gentle harmonies, carrying melodies that drifted lazily through the quiet town. For Liana and Eren, the morning was a symphony of freedom, a celebration of a life they had fought for and finally claimed.
Liana stirred beneath the soft warmth of the blankets, eyelids fluttering open as she felt Eren's arm draped protectively around her waist. His presence was steady, grounding, a tether to a world that had once been so uncertain and dangerous. She pressed herself closer, savoring the warmth of him, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the quiet certainty of his devotion.
"Morning, my heart," Eren murmured, voice still husky with sleep. His lips brushed her temple in a tender kiss.
"Morning," she whispered, smiling softly. "Did you sleep well?"
"Better than ever," he replied, eyes sparkling. "Because I woke up next to you. Again. And again. And I never want it to stop."
Her heart swelled, a warmth rising from her chest that threatened to spill over in a flood of emotion. "It won't stop," she said. "I promise. Not ever."
The two lingered in bed for a while, wrapped in quiet intimacy, letting the sun stretch across the room and illuminate the soft corners of their small apartment. The world outside could wait. Today, they had each other, and that was everything.
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Breakfast was a slow, joyful affair. Eren brewed coffee while Liana prepared eggs, fresh bread, and fruit. The kitchen was filled with warmth, laughter, and the gentle chaos of two people entirely at ease with one another. Eren teased her endlessly about the "extra" cinnamon she had added to the bread, and she retaliated with a flick of flour to his cheek, causing him to laugh and chase her around the small kitchen.
"Careful," he said, catching her in a playful hug, "or I'll have to keep you like this forever."
"I wouldn't mind," she whispered, resting her head against his chest, laughing softly. "As long as it's you keeping me safe."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering in the moment, letting it stretch as long as possible before they finally settled down to eat. Even the simplest meals were infused with intimacy, the kind that comes from shared life and shared love, from knowing someone so thoroughly that even silence feels comfortable and fulfilling.
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The day unfolded in a series of small, beautiful adventures. Liana had decided to take a walk through the heart of the town, stopping by the small flower market to choose blooms for their apartment. Eren followed behind, occasionally offering playful commentary on her choices.
"Are you sure these pink ones are really the best?" he asked, feigning skepticism.
"They're the brightest," Liana replied, wiggling her eyebrows, "and they remind me of spring mornings with you."
He grinned, taking her hand as they wandered through the stalls. Each flower she selected became part of a tapestry of color and memory, a reflection of the life they were creating together. Petals brushed against their fingers, their laughter mingled with the hum of the town, and in that moment, the past—the danger, the fear, the shadows—seemed impossibly distant.
Later, they stopped by a small café tucked into an alley, the smell of freshly baked pastries filling the air. Eren ordered coffee while Liana chose a slice of lemon cake. They sat at a small table outside, the sun warming their skin, sharing bites and stories, letting the quiet world envelop them in a cocoon of calm and contentment.
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As the afternoon stretched on, they explored the outskirts of Marivelle, venturing into the small wooded areas and fields that bordered the town. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of grass, flowers, and distant rain. Liana and Eren ran through the fields, arms outstretched, laughing as if the weight of the world no longer existed.
Eren scooped her into his arms unexpectedly, spinning her around, and she gasped in delight, her laughter carrying across the open expanse. "You're impossible!" she shouted, though her eyes sparkled with affection.
"And you love it," he replied, lowering her gently and brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Because you know this is ours, no matter what the world says."
She leaned into him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Yes," she whispered. "It's ours. Always."
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Evenings in Marivelle were gentle and luminous. Liana and Eren returned home, tired but elated, the kind of deep contentment that comes only from days fully lived. They cooked dinner together, music playing softly in the background, flour and laughter flying in equal measure. Once the food was ready, they dined by candlelight, sharing bites and teasing commentary about their culinary skills—or lack thereof.
Afterward, they retired to the balcony, wrapped in blankets, sipping tea, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in shades of rose, gold, and violet. Liana rested her head on Eren's shoulder, fingers entwined, heart overflowing with joy.
"Do you ever think about the past?" she asked softly, voice barely above the whisper of the wind.
"Sometimes," he replied, pressing a kiss to her hair. "But only to remember how far we've come. To remember that everything, every shadow, every fear, brought us here. To this. To us."
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she pressed her lips to his chest. "I'm so grateful… for you, for this life, for every moment."
Eren held her close, letting the night envelope them. "And I will make sure every moment continues to be ours," he murmured. "Forever. Always. No matter what."
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As darkness settled, Liana and Eren watched the stars appear one by one, each glimmer a reminder of survival, endurance, and the infinite possibilities that awaited them. Their hands intertwined, their hearts beating in sync, they knew that their love—once forbidden, challenged, and hunted—was now radiant, unshakable, and eternal.
A love forbidden… yet fully realized, flourishing in the sunlight of their chosen life, unbreakable, joyous, and infinite.