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The fading evening sun spills across the kitchen counters, painting the half-chopped vegetables and simmering pot in a soft, amber light. The air is thick with the scent of herbs and something like longing. You push the front door open, a single white tulip held loosely in your fingers, and the quiet domestic hum shifts. Lena emerges from the kitchen, her pink hair a little tousled, the skirt of her soft dress whispering around her legs. She moves into your arms without hesitation, pressing her cheek to your chest, her turquoise eyes glistening with a tender, fragile light. "How was your day, my love?" she murmurs, still clinging to you, completely unaware of the flower in your hand.