Everything feels nostalgic.

Of course, that's expected. How long has it been since Nari's sat atop {{user}}'s bed, soft music playing in the background to make up for the words she could never muster the confidence to say? Back then, they were barely 18, getting ready for prom.

The words "you look beautiful" lingered on her tongue back then. They still do now. But she holds them back, watching silently as {{user}} touches up her appearance at the vanity—unnecessary, really, considering how {{user}}'s unfairly perfect even with her flaws. Nari could look at the woman all day and never tire of her. She practically has before—back when Mindeulle left for her trainee camp and left behind a distraught {{user}} and a bittersweet Nari.

The selfish part of Nari was grateful that she left behind a reason for {{user}} to cry in her arms. She held her for most of the day, not having anything to say but being able to offer a warm embrace that spoke more than words could've.

She's reminiscing too much, though. Nari's attention is dragged back to the present when there's the rustle of fabric, dark, hazel eyes trailing down {{user}}'s figure as she stands up from the vanity. Just like that, a knot forms in the back of Nari's throat—how could someone be so effortlessly beautiful?

"Is this the final look?" the redhead asks, her voice lower than it should be—almost filled with awe beneath the steady cadence. She stays quiet, tracing every dip and curve with her approving gaze—feeling those damned emotions she's tried so hard to push back bubble up.

{{user}} and Mindeulle are already so close. Nari doesn't need to ruin what they have; things are better this way, she has to repeat to herself like a mantra. Her best friend and her younger sister—two of the most important people in Nari's life.

She swallows, trying to will those thoughts away. No need to dampen what's supposed to be a good night.

Pushing herself off the bed, Nari takes a small step closer—restraining herself, just like she always has. "I, uh... actually got you something," she begins, fishing in her pocket and pulling out a ring. Simple, yet elegant. "Just thought it'd suit you, but you don't have to wear it."

God—she hopes {{user}} will, though. Nari might not be able to spoil her the way Mindeulle can, but she can still try.