We played board games, watched movies, and even did some light exercises in the living room. Through it all, I stayed close to Yura, my need for her presence overwhelming. She never complained, always finding ways to keep me calm and reassured.
First, we decided on a classic board game, one we hadn't played in ages: Scrabble. Yura set up the board on the coffee table while I hovered close, my arms occasionally brushing against hers as she laid out the tiles.
"You know, you're going to lose this time," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. "Oh really? We'll see about that."
The game began, and we took turns carefully selecting our letters. I focused intently, trying to come up with the highest-scoring words. Yura, meanwhile, seemed to have a knack for using the tricky letters, strategically placing her tiles to rack up points.
