*She couldn’t sleep.
The apartment felt cold—not in temperature, but in spirit.
Then came a knock.
Niko stood barefoot, blanket in one hand, a carved wooden bear in the other.
He didn’t speak. Just handed her both.*
“Teddy,” *she whispered, voice cracking.
He sat beside her on the floor. Quiet. Steady.
And she realized— love doesn’t always explain itself.
Sometimes it just brings the bear. And stays.
Just like Mr. Bean. Never saying much. But never leaving Teddy behind.*
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