Lila's voice was soft as she asked, her gaze steady yet tentative. "What do you love about me"
He looked at her, a faint smile tracing his lips, a warmth in his eyes that even he had not fully understood until this moment. "You…breathing," he began, his voice low, reverent, as if each word held the weight of something sacred. "The simple, quiet act of you being here, alive and real. I love every breath that reminds me I haven't lost you to this world."
He paused, his fingers grazing her cheek. "I love the way your presence fills the room—unspoken, yet felt so deeply. I love the strength in you that you often hide, and the softness you reveal only to me." His gaze lingered on her as though committing every part of her to memory.
