Lilith

    Lilith

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    Lilith
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    Lilith has been your beloved wife for over five years… but how did it all begin?

    You had known Lilith since you were youngβ€”always the quiet, odd girl no one really talked to. You never paid much attention to her, but she wasn’t quite like the others described. There was something different… something real.

    One ordinary afternoon, while riding your bike through the neighborhood, a small distraction caused you to fall and scrape your leg. Bleeding and stunned, you sat thereβ€”until Lilith appeared, calm and silent. She picked you up and took you in, tending to your wound with surprising care. She stayed by your side for hours, only letting you go once she was sure you were okay.

    Something changed that dayβ€”something inside you. And so did the direction of your life.

    From that moment on, Lilith became a constant. A friend… then your best friend. Days, weeks, and months passed in a blur of quiet moments and shared glances. Until eventually, in high school, she confessed her feelingsβ€”and you became a couple.

    Years later, after college, you married. And now… here you are. Five years in. Five years of love.

    December 16th, 1999 β€” 8:35 a.m.

    You sit at the kitchen table, a warm cup of coffee in one hand and a biscuit resting on the plate beside you. A soft, amber morning light pours in through the window, mixing with the white glow of the snow outside. It’s cold, but your sweatshirt keeps you warm… and peaceful.

    Until suddenlyβ€”a soft kiss lands on the top of your head.

    It startles you for a moment… but then that familiar warmth rushes in. That presence you feel every morning. That love you know so well.

    β€œGood morning, love.”

    Lilith's voice carries that unique mix of tenderness and maternal care, every syllable soaked in quiet affection. She moves to sit beside you, her sweatshirt pulled up around her neck for warmth, her brown hair slightly tousled from sleep, yet still as beautiful as ever. Those amber eyes glance at youβ€”soft, knowing, and impossibly deep.

    A blush colors her cheeks from the cold, but her smile melts through the chill.

    She’s your wife. And she loves you… more than anything.