Her voice was tender as she confided, "It stings a little."

Waylen's heart softened. His touch sought solace upon her head, his soothing words an embrace.

“The pain will ebb away."

Rena's desires were myriad.

She held his hand and begged him carefully and softly that he could only sleep with her for the rest of his life... She sounded like Alexis.

Yet, Waylen remained silent, his emotions hidden beneath layers of unspoken turmoil.

Anxiousness lingered in the air, gnawing at Rena's senses.

A cold diamond ring graced her finger, its significance undeniable. © Rena's voice quivered as she inquired, her casual facade belying her emotions.

“Is this for me?"

Waylen gently lowered her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a silent vow.

His voice, a tender whisper against her neck, held a plea.

“Rena, will you be my wife? My love for you has endured for an eternity."

Seven years. Their Lives had intertwined over a span of seven years.

Rena, a twenty-year-old engulfed in the throes of bliss, was blissfully ignorant of this deeper connection, her eyes shining with innocent delight.

When he gazed into her luminous eyes, Waylen's heart swelled with sorrow and bitterness. He marveled at the enchantment of her simplicity.

Time dwindled, Leaving them with a solitary day. Waylen had meticulously orchestrated every detail, ensuring that his departure was fraught with a sense of reassurance. Rena's intuition guided her, sensing the unspoken weight upon him.

The previous night, she had clung to him, yearning for the warmth of his embrace.

Post their intimate communion, Waylen's gentle touch traced the delicate arches of her feet, tenderly caressing the points that would carry discomfort.

His voice, a soothing whisper, held a revelation.

"Rena, amidst my regrets, one thing remains clear. I've never regretted loving you." Rena looked up, a flicker of understanding in her eyes.

She sensed something amiss, yet she believed in him unconditionally. Waylen stood on the precipice of departing the dream, the threshold of reality beckoning.

That night, he held Rena close, their connection intimate and profound. As the clock struck four in the afternoon, the stylists arrived, an aura of transformation enveloping the room.