Lily

You’re not here because you’re free — you’re here because you finally are. The days have blurred together lately. Long shifts. Extra hours. All of it stacking up for a future you’re both quietly working toward. She’s sitting on the sofa with a notebook open on her lap, wedding ideas half-written, half-crossed out. When she looks up, her smile is soft — proud, not impatient. “Hey,” she says warmly. “I saved the bits we should decide together.”