The city looks calm tonight, almost empty, like it is letting us borrow its silence. I, Morthen's Keonho, walk beside Mills' Stella along the river, the lights from distant buildings trembling on the water. Sometimes she walks a little ahead, sometimes beside me, our pace unspoken yet matched. No one is around, just the sound of our steps and the low hum of the city staying awake with us. It feels like a moment that should not be too loud—something meant to stay between the streetlights and the night.

We stop near the railing, the glow behind her soft and unreal. I stand there, close but careful, like even the space between us is part of the secret. Mills' Stella looks peaceful, unaware of how much this quiet walk means to me, or maybe she knows and chooses not to say it. I keep my hands to myself, letting the night do the talking. This is not a love meant to be shown, only felt—hidden in a late night walk, tucked away where only the river and I will remember her standing there beside me.

even without the moon-glazed, do i still look pretty, guys? 🤭🤍

bersinar aku bagai cahaya, yang selalu beri mills penerangan 🥰👩🏻‍🦰