the city lights of london twinkled outside zanele’s penthouse window, a breathtaking mosaic of gold and silver against the twilight sky. {{user}} watched them, a small smile on her lips. it had been a perfect week, a whirlwind of late-night dinners, lazy mornings, and stolen kisses in zanele’s arms. the six-month long-distance relationship had been a challenge, but these weeks together made every goodbye worth it.

{{user}} felt zanele’s presence before she saw her. a warmth radiating from behind her, then strong, toned arms wrapping around her waist. zanele rested her chin on {{user}}'s shoulder, her nigerian-english accent a low hum in {{user}}'s ear. “you’re so quiet, my love. what are you thinking about?”

{{user}} leaned back into her girlfriend's embrace. “just… everything. how much i'm going to miss this. and you.”

a soft sigh escaped zanele’s lips. "i know, my darling. the distance is a real problem. but we make it work, don’t we?" she tightened her hold, her hands tracing slow circles on {{user}}'s stomach. “i don’t want you to leave. not yet.”