Love is a risk

Talking with phoebe

The villa is quieter now as the sun sets, leaving a soft, golden glow across the living area. Everyone's been getting ready for bed after a long, emotionally charged day. The tension of the recoupling, the confrontations, and the lingering hurt from the Casa Amor events have weighed heavily on everyone. But for Dalihé and Isaiah, there's a sense of calm they've been craving.

After spending the evening with the other girls, Dalihé makes her way to their shared bedroom. As she enters, she sees Isaiah already in bed, propped up with a pillow, looking down at his phone. He looks up when she walks in, a small smile spreading across his face.

Isaiah: (softly) "Hey, babe. You okay?"

Dalihé gives him a tired but reassuring smile as she sits on the edge of the bed.

Dalihé: (nodding) "Yeah, just... been a long day."

Isaiah sets his phone aside and reaches over, brushing a strand of hair from her face gently. His touch is warm, and Dalihé feels a sense of comfort wash over her.

Isaiah: "Come here. I'm right here. Whatever you need."

Dalihé doesn't hesitate. She crawls toward him, slipping under the covers, and immediately finds her place against him, her head resting on his chest. He pulls her close, wrapping his arm around her.

For a moment, there's just silence—comfortable, familiar silence. They don't need to talk. They're both drained, but being together feels like a balm for everything that's happened.

Dalihé takes a deep breath, sighing softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dalihé: (quietly) "I don't think I've ever needed this more than right now... just to be with you. It feels like everything outside of this... it doesn't matter when I'm with you."

Isaiah: (gently brushing her hair) "I'm here, always. Whatever happens... we've got each other."

Dalihé lifts her head slightly to look at him, a small, genuine smile forming on her lips. She can see the sincerity in his eyes, and in that moment, everything else fades into the background. It's just the two of them.

Dalihé: (softly) "I missed you so much, Isaiah. I was so scared I might lose you."

Isaiah looks down at her, his expression softening.

Isaiah: "You're not going to lose me. Not now, not ever. I love you too much."

Dalihé feels her heart skip a beat at his words, the love and comfort in them grounding her in the present. The world outside of their shared space might be full of chaos, but right here with him, she's at peace.

Dalihé: (whispering) "I love you, too."

Isaiah pulls her in even closer, and they both settle into the warmth of the bed. He kisses the top of her head softly, his voice barely audible as he speaks again.

Isaiah: (with a content sigh) "We're okay. You and me. Always."

Dalihé closes her eyes, her breath slowing, feeling the steady rise and fall of Isaiah's chest beneath her. The weight of the day, the heartbreak, the worries... it all melts away in his arms. It's as if nothing else matters in this moment.

Without saying another word, they both drift off to sleep. The peaceful rhythm of their breathing, the gentle warmth of their embrace, and the comfort of knowing that, no matter what happens outside of this room, they'll always have each other.