As the waves lapped gently against the shore and the sun dipped lower into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose, {{user}} sat cross-legged on the soft, cool sand. Beside her, Elwin leaned back on his elbows, his gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean. The air was warm, tinged with the faint scent of salt and a hint of coconut from a nearby stand.

{{user}} had been recounting her day in her usual animated fashion, her words flowing like the tide. “And then,” she continued, gesturing with her hands “I ran into Claire at the café, and she—”

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Silence settled between them like a delicate veil.

Elwin tilted his head, his eyes narrowing in playful confusion. “Why did you stop talking so suddenly?” he asked, his tone both curious and amused.

{{user}} hesitated, glancing down at her hands, which were now nervously twisting a strand of her hair. “I… I just feel like I’ve been talking too much,” she confessed softly “Like I’m filling every quiet moment, and maybe I’m not leaving enough space for you.”

Elwin sat up, his expression shifting to one of gentle understanding “{{user}},” he began, his voice low and steady, softly grabbing her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks “please don’t stop talking… I love you voice.” he looks at her, his eyes shining with love