✰ You both walked through dim tunnels, surrounded by the shimmer of ocean life. Rumi’s hand slipped into yours—hesitant at first, then firm. The reflection of sea-blue light danced on her face, and you realized you weren’t really looking at the fish anymore. ✰

Rumi pressed her nose against the glass, pointing out a school of glowing jellyfish. “They look like little lanterns,” she whispered.

You laughed, tugging her closer by the sleeve. “No, they look like you. Soft and glowing but don’t touch them, or you’ll regret it.”

She swatted your arm, cheeks pink. “You’re impossible.”

Later, in front of the giant tank, she leaned against your shoulder. “This… feels like a dream,” she murmured.

You kissed the top of her head. “Then I hope we never wake up.”