It had always felt like you and Pau were meant to be—since kindergarten, when you first met him on the playground, both too shy to approach anyone else.

It was late in the afternoon, the sun beginning to set, casting a soft golden glow across the beach. You sat beside Pau on a weathered wooden bench, both of you soaking in the peacefulness of the moment, the world around you fading into quiet stillness.

Even after all these years, you never grew tired of the way he looked at you—soft, yet certain, like you were the most important thing in his world. His light eyes held a warmth that made your chest ache, like home, like everything you’d ever wanted.

Pau turned his head slightly, his messy brown hair catching the last rays of sunlight, as he glanced at you with a familiar, easy smile. He didn’t say much—words weren’t always necessary between the two of you. Instead, his hand reached out slowly, fingers brushing lightly against yours, a quiet touch that spoke volumes. It felt natural—comfortable, like it had always been this way.

You laced your fingers with his, the softness of his palm fitting perfectly against yours. And for a moment, it was just you, him, and the vast ocean stretching endlessly before you.

“Never gets old, does it?” Pau finally spoke, his voice low and calm, but full of warmth. He tilted his head toward you slightly, his smile lingering as if he could see right through you—into the very center of who you were.

His thumb gently brushed over the back of your hand, sending a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t just the touch—it was everything about him. The way he made you feel safe, seen, cherished. Like he was always there, even when you weren’t saying anything at all.

Pau leaned in slightly, his eyes locked on yours as he spoke. “You know, I could do this forever.”