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-ˋˏ 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 ˎˊ-
↳ chapter thirty-nine „
· ━━━━━━ ୨💌୧ ━━━━━━ ·
❝ achievement unlocked: the end? ❞
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-ˋˏ irl! ˎˊ-
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Over the following days, excitement bubbled within Dream. He meticulously planned the surprise visit to Malak in France.
Late nights turned into early mornings as he researched the perfect gift and devised a strategy to keep the secret.
Conversations with Malak's friends and family became a covert operation, each person sworn to secrecy.
Dream reveled in the anticipation, the idea of surprising Malak a beacon propelling him through the intricacies of planning, every detail carefully woven into a tapestry of affection and secrecy.
Now, over a week later, with tickets in hand, Dream's heart raced as he navigated the bustling airport. The hum of conversations, the echo of footsteps, and the anticipation of the journey fueled his excitement.
Dream's anticipation intensified as he approached the airport security checkpoint. The weight of the surprise gift and the bouquet of flowers heightened the sense of clandestine excitement.
He navigated through the security checks, each step bringing him closer to the departure gate. The airport's ambient sounds provided a backdrop to his internal symphony of nerves and eagerness.
Once at the gate, the familiar scent of jet fuel hung in the air as passengers lined up for boarding. Dream discreetly clutched the boarding pass, the tangible proof of his journey to reunite with Malak.
As he settled into his seat, the hum of the plane's engines became a soothing soundtrack, drowning out the noise of the bustling airport. Yet, he couldn't help but think of the vast distance he was covering, both in miles and in the sheer magnitude of the surprise awaiting Malak on the other side of the Atlantic.
Throughout the flight, the landscape shifted from the sandy shores of Florida to the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean.
Dream's oscillated between restless excitement and quiet moments of reflection, thoughts dancing between the familiar Floridian scenes and the enchanting unknown awaiting him in France.
Hours later, the landscape below transformed as the plane crossed borders, marking the gradual approach to France. An inflight announcement stirred the passengers as the plane descended, and Dream felt a mix of emotions—a combination of nerves and the uncontainable joy of what awaited him.
Touching down on French soil, Dream's heart quickened.
He stepped off the plane, the crisp French air greeting him as he navigated through Charles de Gaulle Airport. His senses heightened as he scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through him.
Still, he navigated the airport with a mix of determination and stealth, weaving through the crowd with the precision of someone on a mission.
The prospect of surprising Malak fueled his every step, turning the ordinary airport surroundings into a backdrop for an extraordinary moment.
As Dream walked through the arrivals gate, he was met not just by the embrace of a foreign land, but by that of Ryan and Nolan, waving frantically with an infectious energy that mirrored Malak's spirit.
Dream, with a mix of confusion and delight, looked at Ryan and Nolan, the twins who had turned the surprise up a notch.
Ryan, grinning mischievously, spoke first. "Surprise!" He exclaimed loudly. "We obviously couldn't let you tackle this mission alone."
"Oh, absolutely!" Nolan winked. "We're the official welcoming committee."
Dream chuckled. "You guys are amazing," he said, relieved for the extra company.
"We figured a surprise deserves another surprise," Nolan shrugged.
"Plus," added Ryan, "We're experts."
Dream shook his head and laughed.
The unexpected meeting with the twins added an extra layer of joy and camaraderie to the already electrifying atmosphere.
The trio, now united in their mission, embarked on the next phase of the surprise: the journey to unveil the unexpected joy awaiting Malak.
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-ˋˏ time skip! ˎˊ-
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Back in their cozy French apartment, Malak, immersed in laughter and chatter with Samantha as they opened up the box with Christmas ornaments, felt an inexplicable flutter of excitement. She reduced those feelings to just being excited to decorate their apartment.
Malak, carefully placing an ornament on the tree, sighed longingly. "I love the holidays," she said. "It's just... everything feels so magical."
Samantha, smiling knowingly, agreed. "Speaking of magic," she hummed, "have you heard from Dream lately?"
"Yeah, we've been kind of texting," she replied, with a hint of uncertainty. "He said he's busy with YouTube and stuff. Why?"
"Just curious.," Sam giggled. "I sense a certain spark whenever you talk about him," she added, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly.
Malak laughed hesitantly. "Spark?" she scoffed, the blush in her face betraying her, "Sam, you know me better than anyone. Besides, he's just a friend, right?"
"Sure, just a friend who happens to occupy a lot of your thoughts lately," Samantha grinned.
"Okay, maybe a little bit more than 'just a friend,'" she admitted. "But relationships, feelings, they're complicated, you know? I just... I don't know."
Samantha hummed thoughtfully, placing an ornament beside Malak. "Complicated, yes. But isn't the uncertainty part of the magic?" she glanced at the brunette and smiled softly.
"And who knows," she continued, glancing conspiratorially at the clock, "the holidays have a way of surprising us."
"Surprises, huh?" Malak repeated, a thoughtful smile dancing on her lips. "Well, I could use a good one right now."
Little did Malak know, as they continued to deck the tree, that the biggest surprise of all was just around the corner.
A comfortable silence fell upon the two as they continued skilfully hanging the ornaments on the tree.
However, the atmosphere humming with an unspoken anticipation did not go unnoticed by Malak. She certainly did not miss Samantha's eyes dancing with excitement as she subtly signaled towards the clock.
As Malak puzzled over the peculiar energy in the room, the front door swung open, revealing Ryan and Nolan.
"Where have you two been?" Malak immediately asked, groaning in annoyance as they walked in. "We agreed to collectively start decorating the apartment an hour ago—"
Shortly following the twins walked in a third person.
Time seemed to freeze as the surprise unfolded before her eyes.
Dream, holding a bouquet and a wrapped gift, locked his eyes with hers. "Hi," he breathed after a moment's hesitation.
Malak's heart skipped a beat as the realization dawned, and a wave of emotions surged.
Samantha, nudging Malak gently, whispered, "Looks like someone just got the surprise of a lifetime."
"I..." Malak's breath caught, the surprise rendering her momentarily speechless, "I can't believe you're here."
Dream's blush traveled down to his neck as he held his hand out. "For you," he said, offering her the bouquet.
Samantha and the twins watched with bated breaths as she walked up to him and accepted the bouquet, her fingers grazing the delicate petals.
As she accepted the flowers, a kaleidoscope of emotions danced in Malak's eyes—surprise, joy, and beneath it all, a newfound awareness.
At that moment, Malak felt the stirrings of something more profound, something she hadn't fully embraced until now. And as the realization settled, a subtle smile played on her lips—a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken chapter that had just begun.
Samantha discreetly excused herself, dragging the twins with her, leaving Malak and Dream standing in a room charged with anticipation.
A hush fell over the two of them, and in that suspended moment, any uncertainty that was left in Malak's heart gave way to a revelation.
She leaned in, closing the gap between them, and shared a tender kiss with Dream—a kiss that spoke of unspoken truths and of surprises that transcend distance.
"Thank you for the flowers," she pulled away and smiled at him, a shy expression that felt both unfamiliar and exquisitely captivating.
"Of course," he replied, breathless, and then kissed her again.
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-ˋˏ 💌 ˎˊ-
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author's note„
I am very proud of both how far this book and my writing skills have come. However, I have no motivation or love (two very important things for me) to continue writing and editing this story. Therefore, as proud as I am, I have decided to cut the ending short, the next chapter will be the last one.