A colorful celebration of life

Eularia sniffled, listened as he reassured her. But you promised we'd just, she shook her head, slightly. we were supposed to be just friends. Actually, Magnus had promised to be what she needed; and as time had gone on that need had obviously changed from just a friend.

The kiss to her forehead, the way he held her, he said all the right things. And she sniffled, blinking back more tears when he said she could love them both. Could she? She knew she did—

It doesn't... doesn't bother you? That she loved him, and she loved her husband, she meant. He kissed her before she could clarify, though. A gentle kiss, reassuring.

And she wiped her eyes, laughing quietly, You're still so confident. All these years later, it's like you've never changed. She was smiling though, and the silence this time wasn't soul-crushing. It was... comfortable.

He said she could love them both.

And she did.

Thank you. She whispered, leaning for another kiss. Easy, soft, quick.