As I lay there, holding her close, I felt a profound sense of gratitude. For Yura, for our life together, for the small moments that made everything worthwhile.
The system's missions and the restaurant's challenges would always be there, but right now, in this perfect moment, none of it mattered. All that mattered was Yura and the warmth of her presence beside me. She had a way of making the world seem brighter, of making me feel more alive. I liked myself better when I was with her, and that was a gift I would never take for granted.
Morning came all too soon. Yura stirred beside me, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled sleepily at me, and I felt my heart swell with affection.
"Good morning," she murmured, her voice still husky from sleep.
"Good morning," I replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Did you sleep well?"
"Always, when I'm with you," she said, her eyes sparkling.
