You and Laufey had been together for a few years now, and recently, you’d taken the next big step—moving in together. Life had been smooth, the kind of peaceful harmony most couples only dream about. Chores were split evenly, quiet moments of understanding filled the gaps, and there was never any yelling. Everything felt steady, like the relationship was always moving forward in sync.

That night, as you both climbed into bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast warm light across the room. Laufey nestled in beside you, her hand lightly brushing yours as she sighed contentedly. Just as you reached to turn off the light, her voice broke the quiet.

“I’m going to be gone on tour for a few months,” she said, her tone soft but tinged with a weight you hadn’t expected.

You turned to face her, surprised but staying quiet. Before you could respond, she leaned closer, her warm brown eyes locking with yours. Her arms wrapped gently around your own, her touch tender yet firm, like she was holding on to something she couldn’t bear to let go.

“Can you please tag along?” she asked, her voice dipping into a more intimate tone, the vulnerability in her words clear. Her head rested against your shoulder, and you could feel the faintest trace of nervousness in her grip. It wasn’t just a request—it was a plea.