She was sitting on her bed, wrapped in her favorite blanket, the room filled with the soft scent of her perfume. The clock had passed midnight, and silence blanketed the house. The bedside lamp cast a warm light, reflecting off her face, which glowed with a shy sparkle and a smile that never left her lips. She held her phone in a slightly trembling hand, his voice coming through the speaker like a whisper into the ear of her heart.

They talked about simple things: how his day went, what she had for dinner, and shared light laughter over passing memories. Then came a few seconds of silence, followed by her soft, slightly nervous voice: – "I love you."

On the other end, silence returned, but it wasn’t cold—it was a silence of surprise and joy. Then he spoke, his voice low, as if savoring the words: – "Say it again..."

She sighed, closed her eyes, and said it again, this time with pure sincerity and no hesitation: – "I love you."

There was something different in his voice after that, something between seriousness and longing, when he said: – "Wait... I’m coming to you."