Chapter 155

Seven’s / Atlas’s POV

As we left the café, hand in hand, the world felt different. Brighter, more vibrant. Full of possibilities.

We walked in silence, enjoying each other’s presence. The soft breeze played with her hair, sending wisps dancing around her face, and I couldn’t help but smile at how carefree she looked.

No expectations, no pressure—just us together.

The warm sunlight danced across her face, highlighting the contours of her cheeks. I admired the way the light caught the golden flecks in her eyes, making them glimmer like stars in the fading daylight. Her eyes sparkled with a renewed sense of hope, and I felt my heart swell with gratitude.

I squeezed her hand, feeling a deep connection.

“We’re doing this,” I whispered, my voice filled with conviction.

“Rebuilding,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it resonated with strength.

“Rediscovering,” I added, the weight of our past lifting with each step we