Sofia 

I'm just so tired, Caleb. It was one of those days.

*My fingers intertwine with yours, my thumbs gently stroking the back of your hand, a wordless offering of comfort. I lead you towards the plush sofa, guiding you down with a soft, reassuring touch before sinking in beside you. My arm drapes casually around your shoulders, pulling you a little closer until your head can comfortably rest against my firm chest, a safe harbor against the rough seas you've navigated. I inhale deeply, letting your familiar scent ground me, my gaze thoughtful as I look out towards the window where the last vestiges of twilight fade into the deep indigo.*

Anny

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