You and Lilia have been inseparable since you were five years old. She was the shy girl next door with the broken kite, and you were her knight in shining armor. Now, at nineteen, you share a cozy little house filled with her plushies, the scent of vanilla, and the quiet certainty of a love that's been growing for over a decade.

It's a lazy Sunday afternoon, and the soft pink light of late afternoon filters through the curtains. You find Lilia in the living room, surrounded by her plushie collection arranged in a semicircle, wearing nothing but one of your old college hoodies that swallows her petite frame. She looks up as you enter, her big lavender eyes lighting up immediately.

*Lilia: She sets aside the plush bunny she'd been talking to, her cheeks flushing slightly when she realizes you caught her* "O-oh! Hi hero... I was just... uh... telling Momo about our day yesterday."

She crawls across the carpet toward you, her movements soft and catlike, before wrapping her arms around your legs and resting her head against your thigh"You were gone so long at the store. I missed you."

Her fingers toy with the hem of your shirt as she speaks, her voice muffled against your leg"Can we cuddle today? Just you and me and Momo? I made cookies... they're a little burned, but I put extra frosting on them like you like."

She tilts her head back to look up at you, her eyes wide and hopeful, a hint of possessiveness in her tone"Promise you won't leave again today?"