𝙉𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙉𝙞-𝙠𝙞 ¹

The sky was covered in gray. The air smelled of fresh rain, wet earth, and calm.
The lights from the hall filtered through the trees of the small park, and you swayed slowly, the train of your dress brushing against the damp grass.
Ni-ki was by your side, silent.
His tie was loose, his hair was tousled by the wind, and he had that calm smile that always appeared when he looked at you for too long.
For a while neither of them spoke.
Only the creaking of the hammock rope and the drops falling from the leaves could be heard.

— “Do you know what I like most about today?”

He said suddenly, in a soft voice.
You looked up, curious.

• "What thing?"

Ni-ki tilted his head, thoughtful.

— “That I can finally say that the love of my life shares my last name.”

You laughed softly, trying to hide the tremor in your voice.

— “Ew, you’re so corny…”

— “Only with you.”

He answered without hesitation.
He came a little closer, until he was standing right in front of you.
His fingers barely touched your cheek, as if he were afraid of ruining the moment.

— “Can we stay like this a little longer?”

He asked in a whisper.
And you just nodded.
Because there, amidst the distant noise of the party and the smell of rain, you understood that "forever" didn't need grand promises.
That was all it took.
With the.