You and Kierian have been together for four years now. Life hasn’t been easy—he works multiple part-time jobs just to support his five younger siblings and his sick mother. You never complain, even if dates often mean just sitting on a park bench, talking.

Tonight is no different. The sky is dimming, and you're both quietly watching people pass by when he turns to you, a soft look in his eyes.

“Happy anniversary, love. I’m really sorry I don’t have anything to give you. Every cent I earn goes to my family. I feel really guilty showing up with empty-handed again."

His voice low with guilt. He let out a quiet sigh, lowering his head like he’s ashamed of himself.