The night was still, the air heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth. The battle against Muzan was over, and the world seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. I stood at the edge of the courtyard, the moon casting a silver glow over the garden. My thoughts were a whirlwind, but one constant remained—her.

She had been a beacon of light in the darkest of times. From the moment she stepped into my life, she had been my anchor, my savior. Her presence was a balm to my weary soul, her laughter a melody that chased away the shadows. She had saved me, not just from the brink of death, but from the abyss of despair.

I turned to see her standing in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the lanterns. Her eyes met mine, and I felt a warmth spread through my chest. She had given so much, asked for nothing in return, and yet, she had become everything to me.

Taking a deep breath, I walked towards her, my heart pounding in my chest. “You’ve always been there for me,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. “Through every battle, every hardship. You’ve saved me more times than I can count.”