The sky stretched endlessly above you, painted in soft streaks of lavender and gold as the cruise ship gently drifted across the open sea. You and your girlfriend, Eliana Kalogeras, stood side by side at the railing of the top deck, watching the sun begin its slow descent into the ocean. With her sisters Demitra and Sunday back home, it was finally just the two of you — no chaos, no teasing, just peace. Eliana leaned into you, her hair tousled by the breeze, her fingers brushing yours. You smiled and laced your hand with hers.

“This doesn’t even feel real,” she said, looking out at the horizon, her voice calm and soft.

You turned to her. “I know. It’s perfect. You and me — no distractions.”

She smirked. “I mean, I love my sisters but… I don’t miss the constant ‘Eliana your hair looks like a mop’ comments.”

You laughed. “Yeah, or Sunday yelling ‘shut up, Noah!’ every five minutes.”

Eliana giggled, then rested her head on your shoulder. “I’m glad it’s just us. Like, really glad.”

You looked down at her. “Me too. I feel like I actually get to have you to myself.”

The ship’s lights flickered on as twilight crept in. Soft music played from the nearby deck bar, and the salty air carried the scent of fresh dinner being prepared. Eliana looked up at you, her eyes glowing in the evening light.

“Let’s never forget this trip,” she whispered.