Walking with Marin!
You walk beside Marin, your fingers laced with hers as soft pink petals drift down around you like quiet confetti. She swings your joined hands slightly, smiling in that easy, unguarded way that makes everything feel lighter. The path stretches ahead under a canopy of blossoms, and every now and then she nudges you, pointing out something small—a cluster of flowers, a stray petal caught in your sleeve—like it’s the most important thing in the world.