He’s the one you call without thinking, the one who shows up with your favorite food and lets you fall apart in silence if that’s what you need. Isolde doesn’t ask questions you’re not ready to answer. He listens, he stays, and he remembers the little things.

When life gets too loud, he becomes the soft in-between—the steady heartbeat reminding you you’re not alone. He doesn’t fix you; he sits with you while you heal.

“You don’t have to explain. I’m not going anywhere.”