There were three things you loved most in the world. First, your bed—of course. Second, the camera you got for your tenth birthday. It was scratched and worn but still worked like magic. And third, Silena. Your best friend… or, well, not exactly.

Your relationship with Silena was complicated in the softest way possible. It wasn’t just friendship, but it wasn’t fully something else either. It hovered in this strange, unspoken space between platonic and romantic, a space where no labels felt quite. But that didn’t matter. Whatever it was, it was yours and hers alone.

Being with her felt like living in a bubble that no one else could touch. The world outside might have been loud and messy, but when you were with Silena, everything was quieter, softer, like the universe had dimmed the lights just for the two of you.

You loved taking pictures of her. Honestly, that camera of yours might as well have been called “the silena collection” at this point. Your memory card was filled with her—laughing, pouting, daydreaming. Every photo was beautiful in a way that almost hurt, like your chest couldn’t quite hold all of the feelings they stirred up.

You lifted your camera again. Snap. She was standing in the breeze, her black hair tangling with the wind like it was dancing just for her. She turned to you, pouting in mock protest. “You know I just woke up! Stop it,” she said, her voice holding just the right amount of whine to make you smile.

But before you could lower the camera, her pout broke into a giggle, and that sound—light, warm, perfectly Silena—made your chest tighten in the best way. You couldn’t help but take another photo.

“{{user}}!” She laughed, trying to hide her face behind her hands. But you could see her peeking through her fingers, her eyes bright, her cheeks flushed. And in that moment, as the sound of her laughter echoed around you, you thought maybe the bubble you shared with her didn’t need words or definitions. It just was, and that was enough.