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For Violet Harrington and Ethan Sinclair, love was never meant to be easy. They met in the most unexpected way, two lost souls drawn to each other in the midst of their own struggles. She was a dreamer, an artist who painted to escape reality; he was a realist, a man carrying burdens too heavy for his young heart.

Their love was soft, fleeting, like the first snowfall of the year, beautiful but destined to melt away. When fate pulls them apart due to circumstances beyond their control, they always thought, "If we are meant to be, we will find each other again."

Years pass. Life moves forward. Violet finds success but never truly forgets the boy who once made her heart race. Ethan, lost in his own battles, wonders if the universe will ever give them another chance.

One day, they meet again, but not in the way they imagined. Violet’s heart still carries the echoes of the past, while Ethan is no longer the boy she remembers. They are different people now, shaped by time and pain. But the moment their eyes meet, the love they buried comes rushing back.

Do they fight against destiny and rewrite their fate? Or is their love meant to remain a beautiful memory, a story that lives on in the spaces between goodbye and forever?

The Road Back to You

One Year Later

The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the room in golden warmth. The smell of fresh paint lingered in the air, mixing with the faint scent of coffee.

Violet sat by the window, brush in hand, carefully adding the last strokes to her latest piece. Colors blended seamlessly under her touch, each stroke capturing a moment... a feeling. A quiet rustle came from beside her. She turned slightly, finding Ethan sitting nearby, sketchbook balanced on his knee, pencil moving effortlessly over the page.

"What?" she asked, smirking.

He didn't answer right away. Just smiled, slow and warm, tilting his head as if committing every detail of her to memory.

"Nothing," he murmured. "I just love looking at my masterpiece."

"Ethan," Violet rolled her eyes, but her cheeks warmed.

He only grinned, setting his sketchbook aside before pulling her into his lap. She let out a soft laugh, leaning into his warmth as his arms wrapped around her.

"I mean it," he murmured against her temple. "You were always my greatest design, Violet. My greatest work of art."

And as she looked around their home... the space they had built together, the life they had rebuilt together... she realized something.

The road back to him had been long. Messy. Painful.

But it had led them here.

And this was exactly where she was meant to be.

THE END.

Epilogue - The Road Led Back to Us