*Helen's POV*
The rooftop terrace was decorated again, though this time Kelvin had surprised me. String lights crisscrossed overhead just like they had two months ago when he'd given me the promise ring, but tonight felt different. More significant somehow.
"Eight months," Kelvin said, pulling me close as we swayed to music only we could hear. "Can you believe it?"
I looked up at him, at the face I'd come to know better than my own. "It feels like longer. Like you've always been part of my life."
"In the best way, I hope."
"In the only way that matters."
We danced in the fading evening light, the city spread out below us. This rooftop had become our place-where we'd had our first kiss, where Kelvin had given me the promise ring, where we came to remember why we'd fallen in love.
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