LILITH

A year ago, when I agreed to date Dean, I’d set what could be seen as a trial period—a time limit long enough for us to understand our feelings and decide what we truly wanted.

But after we officially started dating, somewhere between the late nights at work and how effortlessly he cared for me, I simply... forgot.

The agreement faded quietly into the background, rarely mentioned again, not even once by Dean.

So much that I began to forget it even existed.

Until today.

Like a bolt of lightning on a clear afternoon, the realization struck me out of nowhere, throwing my thoughts into chaos.

My expression went...