"They look like the sky," she whispered, touching one gently. "I know," Liam said. "That's why I picked them."

That evening, over a quiet dinner, he handed her the small, square box. Sarah opened it, and for a second, she didn't say anything. She just looked at the blue stones reflecting the candlelight.

As he helped her clip them on, Liam realized that buying jewelry wasn't about the gold or the carats. It was about finding a way to hold a specific feeling in your hands and giving it to someone else to wear.

The jeweler smiled, a genuine crinkle appearing at the corners of her eyes. She reached into a case and pulled out a small velvet box. Inside were two simple sapphire studs, deep blue and cut to catch the light like a spark in the dark.

Liam looked at them. He didn't see stones; he saw the way Sarah looked when they hiked up the ridge last autumn, watching the twilight take over the valley. He saw her blue dress. "I'll take them," he said, reaching for his wallet.