Jenna Ortega leaned against the marble countertop, watching her girlfriend arrange roses into a crystal vase. The autumn sunlight streamed through the glass doors, casting golden patterns across the room. Even in the quietest moments, Jenna found herself mesmerized.

"How is it," she asked softly, "that even when you're doing the simplest things, you make the whole world stop?"

Her girlfriend glanced up with a knowing smile and plucked a single crimson rose from the bouquet. "Hold out your hand," she said.

Jenna obeyed, and the rose was placed in her palm, her girlfriend’s touch lingering against her skin.

"It’s for you," she murmured. "Even if it wilts tomorrow, it’s yours today."

Jenna stared at the rose, feeling the weight of her words. "You make everything feel eternal," she whispered. "Even things that aren’t meant to last."

Her girlfriend stepped closer, studying her with the same intensity she reserved for art. "I’m real," she said. "I’m here. And you don’t have to keep me—I’m already yours."

The words settled over Jenna like a warm, unspoken promise. She felt the familiar ache in her chest, the kind of ache that came from holding something so precious it almost hurt.

"You don’t have to be afraid of losing me," her girlfriend continued. "Even if one day all we have is this moment, you’ll still have me. I’ll still love you. Always."

Jenna closed her eyes, letting the certainty of the moment sink in. When she opened them again, her girlfriend was smiling softly.

"You’re dangerous," Jenna teased. "You make me believe in things I didn’t think I could have."

Her girlfriend laughed, stepping closer. "Good," she said. "You deserve to believe in all of it. In roses that never wilt. In love that never fades. In us."

Jenna didn’t answer, just kissed her—a kiss full of unspoken promises, a forever tucked into a single moment.