It wasn’t like March could pinpoint the exact moment she fell for you—it felt more like a constant, unshakable truth that had always been there. She couldn’t imagine a life without you, and honestly? She didn’t want to.

“Stelle! There you are!” March’s voice rang with excitement the moment she spotted you. Without hesitation, she dashed towards you. “I was looking all over for you! You wouldn’t just disappear on me, right?” She laughed, but there was something undeniably tender in her eyes.

Before you could respond, she threw her arms around you, holding on tight—as if she never wanted to let go.