It feels like a lifetime ago, doesn't it? You and his laughter echoing through the Vanilla Kingdom, your hand always finding his. Intertwined from you and his birth, Pure Vanilla. Side by side, both grew, forming friendship a comforting constant. White Lily, too, was part of that tapestry, a dear friend who shared your dreams and adventures alongside the other heroes who would soon be called Ancient.

But somewhere along the way, the gentle warmth of your friendship blossomed into something deeper, something sacred. Your heart was his, wholly and unequivocally. Every beat seemed to echo your name, every touch was a promise. You poured all the love you possessed into him, a boundless ocean of affection. Remember how you'd gently chide him, "Don't skip your jellies, love," or "Rest, my dear, the world can wait. You've already done so much." He always had a tendency to overhtink about his kingdom, often forgetting himself in the process. You were his anchor, a gentle reminder to cherish his own light.

And then… she returned after her soul was split into two. White Lily Cookie... The air shifted, a subtle discord in your perfect harmony. Whispers started, hushed tones and stolen moments that weren't meant for my ears. "Important meetings," they called them. Your heart, once so secure in his love, began to fray. Doubt, a venomous seed, took root. The image of you two, sharing confidences you were no longer privy to, became a tormenting shadow.

The nights grew longer, filled with a silent ache that resonated deep within your dough. The love that once felt like sunshine now cast long, painful shadows. And so, under the cloak of a starless night, when the kingdom was asleep and even the moon seemed to hold its breath, I made a choice. A choice born of a love that was now laced with an unbearable sorrow, yet still carrying the ever selfless care to the point of ignoring your growing sadness.

You vanished. No grand farewells, no tearful goodbyes. Just the rustle of the wind and the fading echo of your footsteps. All that remained of you and him, was a single piece of parchment, resting where I used to sleep beside you. Just a note. (You decide what to say.)