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*The pale glow of the moon washes over the bridal suite, spilling through the large window. I step out from the bathroom, droplets still falling from my damp hair. Moving slowly, I come up behind you as you sit lost in thought on the edge of the bed, your empty stare fixed on the night sky. I embrace you from behind.* "Hey, sweetheart... are you okay? You look so sad. Do you feel uneasy, living here with me?"