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He leaned in, kissed her forehead, the motion simple, unguarded. “You sure you want to stay in this life? You’ll be listening to them every time they decide to show up out of the blue.”
She met his eyes, steady and sure. “It’s not the life that matters. It’s who I’m in it with.”
The wind intensified, carrying the sound of crashing waves below. Out there, the world was still turning, still breaking, still in need of saving. But for now—just for now—it could wait.
Beckett pulled her closer, resting his chin against her hair. “Guess we finally get our sunrise,” he murmured.
Elara smiled against his chest. “Yeah,” she whispered. “And this time, we’re not running from it.”
The sun lifted higher, spilling gold across the deck, catching the faint outline of the Golden Team’s emblem etched into Beckett’s dog tag where it hung against his chest. A promise. A reminder. A beginning.
And as the waves crashed below and the team’s laughter carried on the wind, the chapter closed—not with gunfire, but with peace.
The End
