The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. The group learned to live with their new reality, scavenging for supplies, farming what they could, and turning a blind eye to the monstrosities that roamed the land beyond their makeshift barrier. It was within this bubble of relative safety that Victor's love for Elara began to blossom.
Victor took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "I've been thinking that I... I think I'm falling in love with you, Elara. And I don't mean just as a friend, or as someone I'm grateful to have here. I mean... romantically. I think I love you."
Silence hung heavy in the air as Elara processed his words. Victor felt his heart hammering against his ribs, his mouth suddenly dry. Then, Elara's face broke into a wide, genuine smile. "I've been waiting for you to say that, Victor. I love you too."
The weight that lifted from Victor's shoulders in that moment was palpable. He stepped closer, taking Elara's hands in his own, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt a sense of peace. They were not just survivors; they were lovers, bound together in a world that sought to tear them apart.
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