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Tweak says, "Yo Ho! Hoist the Colors High!"

The apartment was wrapped in the soft embrace of Sunday evening, the warm glow from the lamp on Sofia's desk casting delicate shadows across the room. She sat there, absentmindedly tapping her pen against the notebook, her attention wavering between work and the quiet peace that had settled around them.

From somewhere in the apartment, she heard it. A soft hum, barely audible at first, drifting through the space like a gentle breeze. Julián.

Sofia paused, her hand stilling as she listened closer. The melody was familiar, one she hadn't heard in years, yet it stirred something deep within her. A memory, perhaps. From college. One of those fleeting, half-forgotten moments, but somehow it was still there. She couldn't place the exact time or place, but the song - it had been in the background of their lives back then. And now, here it was again, quietly resurfacing in the tender hum of his voice.

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the soft tune wash over her, pulling her back to those days more than a decade ago. Back to when they had simply been two students who had spent a night together, unaware of the impact they had on one another, yet always attuned whenever they saw each other.

Julián's hum continued, gentle and steady, and Sofia's heart swelled. It wasn't just the song itself that moved her, but the way he hummed it without even realizing he was doing it. It was so natural, so him. Comfortable in their shared space, comfortable enough to let these little pieces of himself float freely, knowing she would catch them.

A smile tugged at her lips, soft and fond. She didn't say anything - didn't want to interrupt the moment. Instead, she let herself bask in it, the quiet warmth of his presence filling the room, and the connection between them humming just as sweetly as the tune itself.

Their story had been unfolding for years, a melody that had started long ago, and now… now it was as steady as the rhythm of their everyday lives. Together.

Sofia opened her eyes, her gaze finding him in the doorway, still humming. She didn't need to say anything. He glanced over, catching her smile, and offered one of his own - soft, knowing, as if he, too, remembered the song, even if he didn't recall the exact point in time.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered. Just them, the quiet evening, and the song that had carried them through the years, right into this small bubble they had created for themselves. © tessisamess