There was no big ending.
No fireworks, no grand declarations on rainy sidewalks.
Just me, alone in my room again — but not the same girl who once stared at the ceiling wondering if love would ever be kind.
Now I knew it could be beautiful.
But also unfinished.
And sometimes, that's what it was meant to be.
Elían was not a chapter I could tear out.
He was written into me — into the parts that still believed in impossible timing and soul memory.
But some loves don't arrive to stay.
They arrive to remind.
To awaken.
To tear down the version of you that no longer fits the life you're meant to live.
And Jace… kind, steady Jace.
He offered something different.
A softness I didn't know I deserved.
And I wanted to say yes.
I almost did.
But the truth is — this time, I'm not choosing between two men.
I'm choosing me.
Not the girl who needs saving.
Not the one who runs.
But the woman who can stand still in the silence and say: "Not yet. I'm still coming home to myself."
And maybe, if the stars align in some lifetime again
I'll find the kind of love that doesn't feel like choosing between fire and shelter.
Maybe by then, I won't be afraid to stay.
Let me know if you'd like a shorter version or something that circles back to her first dream — we can mirror the opening if you want symmetry.