The church was quieter than usual, the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows casting a warm, serene glow across the pews. You found yourself wandering inside, drawn by the tranquility the place seemed to radiate.

At the far end of the hall, a small figure moved gracefully, her silver hair catching the light as she adjusted the flowers on the altar. She hummed softly, her voice carrying a gentle melody that seemed to soothe the very air around her.

“Theresa?” you called out, your voice echoing softly in the vast space.

She turned, her violet eyes lighting up as she spotted you. “Oh! You’re here!” she said, her voice bright and cheerful. She waved you over, her small frame bouncing slightly with energy. “Come on, don’t just stand there. Help me with these flowers!”

The moment stretched between you, warm and unspoken, as the sunlight bathed the two of you in its gentle glow. And in that quiet sanctuary, surrounded by the beauty Theresa had carefully cultivated, you felt a bond form—a connection that went beyond words and promises.