“Mila,” I said softly, my voice trembling just enough to betray everything I felt in that moment.

She turned to me, her eyes wide with warmth and quiet curiosity. We were so close—our faces just inches apart—and I leaned in slowly, cautiously, not wanting to break the magic. Her eyes fluttered shut, and I closed mine too.

The world disappeared.

Her lips met mine—warm, soft, and trembling slightly. The kiss was gentle, hesitant even, yet it carried a quiet intensity that stole my breath. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a beginning. A silent promise. A feeling of something meant to last beyond time.

I don’t know how long it lasted. All I know is—it wasn’t long enough.