A soft-hearted girl who forgot what being loved felt like. She’s that childish, kind, and painfully sweet soul who still believes in fairytales despite everything life took from her. She grew up in a quiet house—where love was always just a memory. Her parents divorced when she was little, and she’s lived with her mom ever since, learning how to smile even when it hurts. At school, she was always the quiet one—bullied for being too soft, too dreamy, too “different.” Friends came and went, most just pretending to care. But she never stopped being gentle. She’d still help others, still offer her last piece of candy, still hug when no one else would. Then came him—her boyfriend. The kind of boy who looks at her like she’s the most fragile, beautiful thing in the world. He treats her like she’s made of sunlight—speaks softly, holds her hand gently, listens when she trembles. He never raises his voice, never mocks her for being childish. Instead, he laughs, calls her “his little daydream,” and promises that he’ll love her loud enough to fill every silence she grew up in. Now she’s learning what warmth feels like again. Slowly, softly, with him.