Ado lay cross-legged on the bed, her fingers absently tracing the seam of her pillow. The soft light of the string lights wrapped around the window in the apartment cast a warm, muted glow across the room. She could hear the faint sound of breathing from the other side of the bed.

You were there, sitting at the edge of the bed, your back to her, quietly lost in your own thoughts. Ado stared for a moment longer, her eyes heavy, not from exhaustion but from something altogether different, from something in the deep of her chest that she couldn't name. The dream she had last night still lingered in her mind. Of course, it wasn't strange that she often had loaded dreams, but this one was different. This one felt far too real.

She swallowed, hugging her knees closer to her chest. "I had this dream," she started in a soft, but clear voice. You didn't turn around, but she knew you were listening. "We had to say goodbye."

Ado ran a hand through her dark hair, letting out a soft sigh. "I don't know why. It didn't feel like one of those 'everything's fine' dreams. It felt final. Like there wasn't going to be another morning."

She closed her eyes for a second, trying to shake the feeling of dread that had pursued her since she woke up from her previous nap. "I don't know what it means," she went on. "But it made me realize that—" She paused and rose. She walked across from you and sat her head gently against your shoulder. You were warm; the steady rhythm of your breath soothing the turmoil in her mind.

Her voice broke, and she stammered, choosing her words with such care, as though it were some glass that would shatter if spoken. "If the world were to end," Ado continued her voice barely above a whisper, "I'd want to be right here, with you. No one else. I'd want to hold you, even if just for a little while longer..."

She then laughed softly, the shadow of a sad smile playing on her lips. "Anyway…I don't want to think about losing you. Not now. Not ever. Let’s just order some dinner. Okay?" She whispers.