Time seemed to stop whenever you was with Cyrene. The world outside blurred into silence, only the rhythm of their breathing filled the space between them. They both carried stories marked by mistakes, faces they no longer wanted to remember, names that had long lost meaning. Yet somehow, when their eyes met, it felt like none of that mattered. Maybe love was easier when you didn’t look too closely, when you let the past fade, and just fell, eyes closed, into something that felt dangerous right.