Game over.
Mystique
“I don’t say it enough, but… you’re incredible. You’ve carried everything, fought everything, and protected everything. And you’ve done it with grace, with strength, with love. You are… everything to me.”
I feel my chest tighten, the weight of his words sinking deep, and I allow myself to simply breathe, to let him hold me, to let the moment exist fully without interruption or expectation. “And you,” I say softly, “are everything to me. You always have been, and you always will be. Our family, our love… It’s ours. No one can take it from us.”