Chapter 10 Rewrite Us

> "If you're reading this... and still want to rewrite us-you know where to find me."

Julian finally reads her last message. And this time, he runs toward the ending he should've chosen from the beginning.

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Three weeks.

That's how long it had been since Alora walked away.

The guesthouse stood empty now. Her scent no longer lingered in the air. Her laughter no longer echoed through the library. Julian Vale had returned to his world of silence.

But nothing felt the same.

Not the meetings.

Not the mansion.

Not the man.

The memoir remained unfinished. A single folder sat untouched on his desk-labeled:

> "Rewrite Us – Final Chapter?"

She'd left it the night she disappeared.

Julian hadn't dared open it.

Until now.

Rain tapped at the windows again, just like the first night she entered his life. He sat alone, the fire low, his hands trembling as he double-clicked the file.

Her words appeared, soft and sure.

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> "They'll say I was just a writer. A footnote in a billionaire's story. A woman who fell for the man behind the money. They'll never understand what it felt like to be seen in your silence. To feel safe in your shadows. To witness the man inside the armor.

But I'll remember.

I'll remember the piano at midnight. The storm. The almost kiss. The way you looked at me like I wasn't a mistake.

If this story ends here... let it be a quiet kind of love. The kind that doesn't need cameras or headlines. The kind that doesn't need forever to feel real.

But if you're reading this... and still want to rewrite us-

You know where to find me."

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Julian was already grabbing his coat before the last word settled.

He didn't care about the press anymore. Or the board. Or the billion-dollar brand.

He just wanted her.

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🌙 That evening...

Alora sat in her favorite café, the one where the whole story had started. A steaming mug of cocoa sat untouched beside her, her fingers tangled in her notebook as she absentmindedly doodled a heart around his name.

She told herself she was over him.

But hearts don't listen to logic.

The bell above the door rang.

She looked up-and there he was.

Soaked from the rain. Eyes wild. Chest heaving like he'd run all the way across the city just to find her.

"Hey," he breathed.

Alora stood, frozen. "Julian..."

He crossed the room in a few strides. Didn't touch her. Didn't speak right away. Just looked at her like she was the only truth left in a world full of scripted lies.

"I read it," he said finally. "Every word."

"And?"

His voice cracked.

"And I'm done being the version of me everyone else wants. I want to be yours."

Alora's heart stuttered. "Julian..."

He stepped closer. "I'm not here with promises. Just a question."

A pause. A heartbeat.

"Will you let me rewrite us-with you?"

She smiled, tears slipping down her cheeks as she whispered:

"I already started."

And this time-

no hesitation.

No almost.

Just lips on lips, soul to soul, two broken people finding the one thing they never thought they deserved:

Each other.

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✨ THE END

(or maybe... the beginning)