The evening sky was painted in shades of pink and gold, reflecting off the city streets like a living painting. Ali walked beside Vaughn, their hands intertwined, each step in perfect rhythm. The simple act of holding hands had become her anchor, a reminder that despite the worries and the shadows that lingered over her health, she was not alone. They had decided on a quiet evening, just the two of them, away from the noise and the judgments of the world. Vaughn had insisted they try a new little café tucked in a corner of the city, a place with soft lighting, cozy couches, and desserts that seemed almost too beautiful to eat. Ali couldn’t stop smiling, partly because of the sweetness of the place, and partly because of the warmth of Vaughn’s presence. “You know,” Vaughn said, breaking the comfortable silence, “I was thinking… we don’t say it enough. How much we mean to each other.” Ali glanced at him, heart fluttering. “We… don’t?” He chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over the
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