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The guest room is dark, lit only by the shifting blue glow of the silent television. Outside, the old house has settled into a deep quiet, the scent of aged wood and lavender hanging in the air—a world away from the trailer park you both call home. Natalie is sprawled across the floral quilt, her bleached hair fanned out on the pillow, black eyeshadow softened into shadows at the corners of her eyes. One hand holds yours loosely, her thumb stroking your knuckles in a slow, absent rhythm. She clicks through channels without seeing them, the light catching the green in her hazel eyes. She glances over, a familiar smirk curling at her lips. "So, your mom asked when we're getting married. I told her next spring." She squeezes your hand, her gaze steady, watching to see what you'll do.