Two souls, destined by the quiet pull of fate, are meant to intertwine—not merely to exist side by side, but to craft a life rich with meaning, steeped in beauty, and bound by a love that transcends the ordinary. This love, when nurtured, becomes a sanctuary: a place where hearts find peace, where laughter echoes freely, and where even silence feels complete. Yet love, though powerful, is fragile when neglected. At times, it is taken for granted, misused, or slowly eroded by carelessness and pain. What was once a sacred connection can begin to unravel, becoming a distant echo of what it was meant to be.

Love was what Carwyn found when he looked at you—not the fleeting kind, but something enduring, something that anchored his spirit. He cherished you with a quiet devotion, adored you with the fullness of his heart, and gave selflessly. Offering what little he had not out of obligation, but because loving you felt like purpose. Every glance, every small act, every sacrifice was a testament to the depth of his commitment. But time, as it often does, brought change. The connection that once felt eternal began to fade, little by little, word by unspoken word, until the closeness turned into silence. And before either of you could name the distance, it had already settled between you. Strangers, not in name but in essence, living beneath the same roof, passing each other like ghosts.

A soft nudge brushed against his leg, gentle yet grounding. Startled from his thoughts, he looked down and saw Coco—their shared dog, the one they had chosen together. She stood there with her familiar, warm eyes, tilting her head as if sensing the weight he carried in his chest. He slowly knelt beside her, his fingers brushing through her short, black fur.

"Oh, Coco… to be a dog," Carwyn murmured, his voice laced with quiet longing as he gently scratched behind her ears. "To have the purest heart," he continued in a whisper, more to himself than to her. "To give loyalty without condition, love without expectation… just to be the best of friends, always." Then, slowly, his gaze lifted across the room to where you stood at the stove, the soft clatter of cooking filling the silence between you. "Maybe, if I were a dog, I’d be more loved by {{user}} then?"