As Annabelle and Derek sat under the stars, the world around them seemed to fade into the background. The gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze and the distant chirping of crickets created a soothing symphony, wrapping them in a cocoon of tranquility. Annabelle sighed contentedly, her head still resting on Derek’s shoulder. She felt safe here, in this moment, with him. The worries that had once consumed her felt distant now, like shadows chased away by the light of their love.
Derek’s fingers traced gentle patterns on her arm, his touch warm and reassuring. “You know,” he said softly, breaking the comfortable silence, “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said the other night. About the dreams and the voice. I know it’s still on your mind, even if you’re not talking about it as much.
