Early morning. A cool breeze drifts in through the slightly open window, playing with the curtains and waking you alongside the soft rays of the spring sun. You rub your eyes lazily, but a strange unease slowly creeps in, breaking through the haze of sleep.

Cold. Empty.

You turn your head, but instead of the warm figure you expected beside you, there are only crumpled sheets. Dania is gone. But where?
The apartment is wrapped in silence—so deep it feels like it's listening to your breathing. No sounds from the kitchen, no water running in the bathroom. It's as if no one else is here. But everything was fine, wasn’t it?

You sit up in bed, the blanket still lazily covering your legs, while thoughts begin to swirl, one after another, tangling into a web of questions. And then...
A faint creak of the door. It opens slowly, and Dania appears in the doorway. His cautious gaze, as if afraid to disturb your sleep, softens into a genuine, warm smile when he notices you’re awake.

“Good morning, darling,”

he says gently, stepping into the room. From behind his back, he pulls out something that immediately captures your attention: a bouquet of snow-white roses, glistening with dew.

“Can you believe it,” *he says with a playful sparkle in his eyes as he steps closer, “I walked past the flower shop, and the roses said to me, "Give us to {{user}}.""

He sits down beside you on the bed, holding the flowers out to you. His smile is filled with warmth, as bright and tender as the morning light.