“I wouldn’t be alive without you.”
“Maybe. But you’re gone. You’re alive, you’re healthy, and everything will be fine.”
And indeed, everything started to improve.
Slowly but surely, things improved.
Sophia’s health has returned.
Once there was no longer any poison in her system, the nausea completely disappeared.
Her appetite returned.
She gained weight.
Six months after the trial, she looked like a different person: rosy-cheeked, full of energy, and a twinkle in her eyes.
Her relationship with Alex also improved.
They learned to talk to each other honestly and openly, without fear of being hurt.
They learned to argue constructively and reconcile without resentment.
“Are you happy?” he asked her one evening as they sat on the balcony watching the sunset.
Sophia thought for a moment.
“Yes. Not like before—in a light, carefree way—but in a real, deeper way.”
“Me too”.
He took her hand and intertwined their fingers.
“You know, I’m glad it all happened. Not the poisoning, of course, but what came to light. I was living in an illusion, Sophia. I thought my mother was perfect. That you could love two women equally without hurting anyone. Now I realize how naive I was.”
“And how do you see it now?”
“I understand that love is a choice every day, every minute – and I choose you.”
Sophia rested her head on his shoulder.
“I choose you too.”
And in that moment she realized that they had indeed survived.
Not right away.
Not easy.
But they survived.
A year has passed – a year that changed everything.
Their relationship.
Their view of life.
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