"A Glimmer of Hope"

As we sat down on the couch, I could see the tension in Hange's body begin to ease. He took a deep breath, and his eyes, which had been sunken and tired, seemed to brighten up slightly. I reached out and took his hand, feeling a spark of electricity as our palms touched. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I feel like I've been neglecting you, and it's not fair. You're the one person who truly understands me, and I've been pushing you away." I squeezed his hand. "You haven't been pushing me away, Hange. You're just going through a tough time. I want to help, but I don't know how." Hange looked at me, his eyes searching for something. "You can help by being patient with me," he said. "By being here for me, even when I'm not my best self. I promise I'll make it up to you, and we'll get through this together." I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It was good to finally have a conversation about what was going on between us. We talked for hours, sharing our fears and our hopes, and I could feel the distance between us slowly closing. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the room, Hange got up and pulled me into his arms. "Let's take a break from all this," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let's do something just for us." I smiled, feeling a spark of excitement. "What did you have in mind?" Hange grinned mischievously. "I was thinking we could go on a picnic." I laughed. "A picnic? Really?" He nodded. "Yes, really. We can pack a basket with some of your favorite foods, and find a beautiful spot to watch the sunset. Just the two of us." I couldn't resist the idea. It sounded like just what we needed – a chance to reconnect, and remember why we were together in the first place. As we started making plans for our picnic, I could feel the excitement building inside me. I couldn't wait to spend some quality time with Hange, to see him smile and laugh again. And as we worked together, packing a basket with sandwiches and fruit, I realized that maybe, just maybe, things were starting to look up. The hours flew by in a blur of preparation and anticipation. Finally, the moment arrived, and we set off into the sunset, our picnic basket slung over Hange's arm, and our hearts full of hope. As we walked, hand in hand, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. We were in this together, and I knew that as long as we had each other, we could face anything. The sky was ablaze with color as we found a spot to watch the sunset. We sat down on a blanket, and Hange opened the basket, revealing a feast of delights. We ate and laughed, our eyes locked on each other, and for a moment, everything else just melted away. The stress, the anxiety, the distance – it all just disappeared, leaving only the two of us, lost in the beauty of the moment. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Hange turned to me, his eyes shining with love and adoration. "I'm glad we did this," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, feeling my heart swell with emotion. "Me too," I said, my voice equally soft. And as we sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that we were going to be okay. We were going to get through this, together.