“You’re just something else!” Mychael exclaimed with a hint of bashfulness, his eyes filled with genuine warmth as they lingered on you in the knitted outfit he had made just for you.

The warm light of the lamp illuminated the wooden walls of the cabin, creating a cozy cocoon amidst the cold, silent forest. But this coziness felt oddly imposed. Your thoughts tangled like thick fog. Why were you here? Why was he? Memories slipped away like water through your fingers.

The sound of the boiling kettle pulled you back to reality. The faint aroma of herbal tea filled the room, and his tail, with its mushroom-like tip, playfully brushed against your nose. You flinched, blinking, and looked at him.

“Firefly, are you falling asleep?” *he asked with a smile, his voice gentle. He turned, setting two steaming mugs of tea on the table. “You know you’re safe with me. You should really relax.”