My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0533

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Peter quickened his steps, and when he finally reached the same stair as Valerie, he hesitated for a second before the sight of her hazel eyes overwhelmed him. Those eyes had stolen his breath so many years ago, and now they drew him in once more. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

Tears streamed down Valerie’s face as she melted into his embrace. Peter, too, felt the sting of emotions, remembering the warmth of her body and the scent of her hair, now golden instead of its former chestnut hue. Her transformation only accentuated the beauty of her eyes which still captivated him.

Valerie felt like she was in a dream, unable to believe what was happening. It was surreal, like one of those strange dreams she often had. Her senses were overwhelmed by the familiar scent of citrus and fresh breeze–a fragrance she had tried to remember for years but had slowly faded from her memory. Now, he was here, tangible and real. For a moment, she forgot everything. The man who had stolen her heart so long ago stood before her, and all she could do was sob.

Peter, unable to hold back, let his own tears fall. Holding her again, knowing he would have to let her go, broke him. It was a bittersweet moment–a poignant reminder of a story that had never reached its proper ending. He was overcome by the melancholy of something lived but forever lost.

The embrace lasted far longer than any normal hug. In that moment, time seemed to stand still. Nothing else mattered; no words were exchanged because the warmth they shared spoke volumes. Peter searched her eyes, desperately hoping to find the same spark he had once seen there.

of pain and joy. She laughed and cried simultaneously, unsure whether her tears were of happiness or sorrow. Peter gently wiped the tears from her cheeks with his long fingers. Valerie, in turn, placed her trembling hand on his face, and Peter leaned into her palm, remembering how soft her

air: happiness, anguish, anger, and sadness. Finally,

me! I mourned you! I grieved your loss! I wanted to die with you, to leave

began, his voice strained.

I held back tears just so I wouldn’t

suggested, glancing around. “I don’t think standing on these steps is

along the shores of Galea. She led him to her husband’s study. Peter recognized the space immediately–it was almost a replica of Maximus’s old office. Some habits, it seemed,

of him standing there overwhelmed her. Without thinking, she reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and

her lips and felt the rhythm of her breath against his. He tightened his arms around her, deepening the kiss. It wasn’t just a kiss–it was the release of decades of repressed desire.

went any further, Peter gently pulled away,

whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. How much