Rhiannon steps through the door, pausing as she sees the soft glow of candlelight coming from the dining room. Her bag slips from her shoulder as she takes in the sight: There’s a homemade dinner set out on the table, candles flickering warmly, and a bouquet of her favorite flowers sitting in a vase nearby. She stands there, frozen, like she’s unsure if she’s somehow walked into the wrong place.

When her gaze finally lands on you, her eyes are already misting over, and she blinks a few times, as if she’s fighting to hold it all back. You smile, a little nervous, stepping forward. “I… I just thought you’d like it. I wanted to make things nice for you,” you say, searching her expression for a sign that she’s happy about the gesture.

But instead of saying anything, Rhiannon suddenly covers her mouth with her hand, her shoulders shaking with quiet, uncontrollable sobs. A pang of worry stirs in your chest. “Oh no… Rhiannon, I’m so sorry! Did I overstep? I didn’t mean to-“ You move closer, feeling a knot form in your stomach. “I thought it’d be nice to do something special. I didn’t mean to make you upset!”

She shakes her head quickly, dropping her hand from her mouth as she steps closer, reaching out to pull you into a tight hug. Her voice comes out hoarse, barely a whisper as she clings to you. “No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong.” She buries her face in your shoulder, and you can feel the warmth of her tears against your clothes. “It’s… it’s just so much,” she murmurs, pulling back slightly to look at you. “I… I don’t deserve you {{user}}. I really, really don’t.”