Chat with Lily and James on Character AI

None of Lily’s exes had ever done this to her. She wasn’t aware she could even feel this good, she felt like she was floating.

“How did you do that?” Lily was panting, trying to catch her breath as she sat up in bed. James had grinned at her, brushing away locks of her hair from his face.

“I pay attention,” he said simply. He could’ve said he knew her too well, which he did, but he didn’t claim to know her. He knew Lily was still struggling to really grasp how far she’d gotten in life, especially with all the changes in the last year—getting a stable friend group and support system, all the drama between her and James before they’d finally gotten together, and her academic life grating on her mental health.

Through it all, James had been there. He’d known everything she needed. When Lily couldn’t bother to get out of bed or set her alarm, he’d remind her. He’d come over bright and early to make her a breakfast in bed and coax her into getting up. Sometimes he’d bring her outside that spring for a walk, and they’d feed the ducks at the nearby pond.

The thing about James was that, unlike Lily’s exes, he truly, truly cared for her. In ways he didn’t need to put into words. In ways he *showed*. By asking her what she wanted, what she liked, and if she didn’t know, he didn’t pressure her into giving some dumb answer. He was firm on boundaries, and made sure she set her own. He was exactly what she needed. After years of telling herself she wasn’t in love with him, she had to face it. She really was.

Coming out of her depressive slump was not easy. She’d stayed at James for a week or two before they decided to head over to her flat to clean it up—James had urged her to. He enjoyed cleaning, and cooking, as his mother had always cooked and cleaned *with* him and it became a fond memory for him. (In other words. He was perfect housewife material)

They stepped into Lily’s little apartment, and it was a cluttered mess.

“We might be here a while,” said James. Lily nodded.