!EXTRAS

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Before we start, let's focus on you for a minute and choose your preference. <i>Choose the options that suit your character:</i> Your <<listbox "$eyecolor" autoselect>> <<option "brown">> <<option "gray">> <<option "green">> <<option "dark brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "blue">> <<option "hazel">> <</listbox>> eyes gleamed mischievously as you toss your <<listbox "$hairtext" autoselect>> <<option "coily">> <<option "straight">> <<option "curly">> <<option "wavy">> <</listbox>> hair, <<listbox "$hairlength" autoselect>> <<option "shoulder-length">> <<option "long">> <<option "short">> <<option "very long">> <<option "short">> <<option "very short">> <<option "very long">> <</listbox>> <<listbox "$haircolor" autoselect>> <<option "red">> <<option "black">> <<option "dark brown">> <<option "blond">> <<option "blue">> <<option "brown">> <<option "white">> <<option "dark blond">> <<option "ginger">> <</listbox>> hair, your <<listbox "$skincolor" autoselect>><<option "creamy">><<option "olive">><<option "pale">><<option "porcelain">><<option "ivory">><<option "honey">><<option "dark brown">><<option "cacao">><<option "espresso">><<option "golden">><<option "black">><</listbox>> skin and <<listbox "$height" autoselect>><<option "very tall">><<option "tall">><<option "average">><<option "short">><<option "very short">><</listbox>> frame exuding an air of arrogance. What is your name? <<textbox "$name" "">> Your surname? <<textbox "$surname" "">> You identify as... <<radiobutton "$gender" "woman" checked>>...a woman. <<radiobutton "$gender" "man">>...a man. <<radiobutton "$gender" "person">>...a person. What are your pronouns? <<radiobutton "$m" "m" checked>>He/him <<radiobutton "$m" "f">>She/her <<radiobutton "$m" "n">>They/them What are the gender of the Romance options? Elias/Ellie is a <b><<cycle "$genderroe" autoselect>><<option "woman">><<option "man">><</cycle>>.</b> Travis/Tracee is a <b><<cycle "$genderrot" autoselect>><<option "woman">><<option "man">><</cycle>>.</b> Athiel is a <b><<cycle "$genderroa" autoselect>><<option "woman">><<option "man">><</cycle>>.</b> Leon/Luna is a <b><<cycle "$genderrol" autoselect>><<option "woman">><<option "man">><</cycle>>.</b> Ekissa is a <b><<cycle "$genderroj" autoselect>><<option "woman">><<option "man">><</cycle>>.</b> <<button "Next" "Intro2">><</button>>

<<if $m == "f">> <<setGender "m" "f">><<elseif $m == "m">> <<setGender "m" "m">><<else>> <<setGender "m" "n">><</if>><<if $genderroe == "woman">> <<setGender "e" "f">> <<set $namee = "Ellie">> <<elseif $genderroe == "man">><<setGender "e" "m">><<set $namee = "Elias">><</if>><<if $genderrot == "woman">> <<setGender "t" "f">> <<set $namet = "Tracee">><<elseif $genderrot == "man">><<set $namet = "Travis">><<setGender "t" "m">><</if>><<if $genderroa == "woman">> <<setGender "a" "f">><<elseif $genderroa == "man">><<setGender "a" "m">><</if>><<if $genderrol == "woman">> <<setGender "l" "f">> <<set $namel = "Luna">><<elseif $genderrol == "man">><<setGender "l" "m">><<set $namel = "Leon">><</if>><<if $genderroj == "woman">> <<setGender "j" "f">><<elseif $genderroj == "man">><<setGender "j" "m">><</if>><<set $subtle to 0>><<set $blunt to 0>><<if $genderrol == "woman">><<set $l_father to "mother">> <<set $l_dad to "ma">><<set $l_Father to "Mother">><<set $l_Dad to "Ma">><<elseif $genderrol == "man">><<set $l_father to "father">> <<set $l_dad to "dad'">><<set $l_Father to "Father">><<set $l_Dad to "Dad">><</if>><<if $genderrot == "man">><<set $t_son to "son">><<set $t_Son to "Son">><<elseif $genderrot == "woman">><<set $t_son to "daughter">><<set $t_Son to "Daughter">><</if>><<if $gender == "woman">><<set $m_man to "woman">> <<set $m_Man to "Woman">> <<set $m_boy to "girl">> <<set $m_Boy to "Girl">> <<set $m_sir to "ma'am">> <<set $m_Sir to "Ma'am">> <<set $m_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">><<elseif $gender == "person">><<set $m_man to "person">> <<set $m_Man to "Person">> <<set $m_boy to "kid">> <<set $m_Boy to "Kid">> <<set $m_sir to "Mx">> <<set $m_Sir to "Mx">><<set $m_boyfriend to "lover">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Lover">><<elseif $gender == "man">><<set $m_man to "man">> <<set $m_Man to "Man">> <<set $m_boy to "boy">> <<set $m_Boy to "Boy">> <<set $m_sir to "sir">> <<set $m_Sir to "Sir">><<set $m_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">><</if>><i>Only $namel's, Ekissa's, Athiel's and $namee's POVs are available for now</i>: <<if $genderrol == "man">><<button "LEON MELTH" "LPOVMAIN">><</button>><<else>><<button "LUNA MELTH" "LPOVMAIN">><</button>><</if>> <<button "EKISSA JONES" "EPOVMAIN">><</button>> <<button "ATHIEL WINTER" "APOVMAIN">><</button>> <<if $genderrot == "man">><<button "TRAVIS MELTH" "TPOVMAIN">><</button>><<else>><<button "TRACEE MELTH" "TPOVMAIN">><</button>><</if>> <<if $genderroe == "man">><<button "ELIAS WINTER" "ELPOVMAIN">><</button>><<else>><<button "ELLIE WINTER" "ELPOVMAIN">><</button>><</if>> <<button "$name $surname" "MCPOVMAIN">><</button>> <<button "SPECIAL CHRISTMAS" "CS">><</button>>

<div id="mystory">Love After Death</div>\ <div id="title-links">\ <<link "New Game" "Intro0">><</link>> | <<link "Load Save">><<run UI.saves()>><</link>> <<link "Settings">><<run UI.settings()>><</link>> </div>

!Profile Your personality...<<if $edeath == "yes">>since $namee's death.<</if>> <<if $showsubtle is true>>You're rather <b><i>kind</i></b>. Well, maybe that's why people gravitate toward you like moths to a warm light.<</if>><<if $showblunt is true>>You're <b><i>cold</i></b>, harsh at times. Well, that's what people says. You wouldn't call it cold, though. Just unapologetically direct.<</if>> <<if $showsarcastic is true>>You tend to be <b><i>sarcastic</i></b>, when you try to be sincere, people wonder if you're genuine or just messing with them.<</if>><<if $showgenuine is true>>You tend to be <b><i>genuine</i></b>, sincere. People trust your words when you say them.<</if>><<if $showgenuisarca is true>>You've always been genuine... until $namee died. All you have left now is <b><i>sarcasm</i></b> and snarks.<<elseif $showgenui is true>>You're still as <b><i>genuine</i></b> as you always was. People trust your words when you say them.<<elseif $showsarcas is true>>You tend to be <b><i>sarcastic</i></b>. When you try to be sincere, people wonder if you're being genuine or just messing with them.<<elseif $showsarcagenui is true>>You've always been sarcastic... but $namee's death changed you. Now you're <b><i>genuine</i></b>, sincere.<</if>> <<if $showserious is true>>You're someone <b><i>serious</i></b> in general. If someone wants a joke, they're knocking on the wrong door with you.<</if>><<if $showplayful is true>>Serious? You. No way. You're often seen as the <b><i>jokester</i></b> by people around you. You just love make people laugh.<</if>> <<if $showintimid is true>>People sees you as someone <b><i>intimidant</i></b>, though in a good or bad way, nobody knows.<</if>><<if $showcharm is true>>People sees you as someone rather <b><i>charming</i></b>. Some people envy you while others just like to talk with you (and maybe try to have your number too).<</if>><<if $showinticharm is true>>Since $namee's death, you've become more... <b><i>charming</i></b>? You clearly don't know what happened but $namee's death definitely changed you.<<elseif $showcharm2 is true>>Since $namee's death, you're still as <b><i>charming</i></b> as ever. Things never change, do they?<<elseif $showcharminti is true>>Since $namee's death, there's a new edge to you, something that makes others step back. People see you as someone <b><i>intimidant</i></b><<elseif $showintimid2 is true>>Since $namee's death, you still command that same <b><i>intimidating</i></b> presence. Old habits die hard, don't they?<</if>> <<if $showhottemp is true>>You're <b><i>hot-tempered</i></b>, when things get stressful you tend to see red.<<elseif $showcoldhead is true>>You're rather <b><i>calm</i></b>, even in stressful situations. While others might lose their cool, you're the eye of the storm, steady and collected.<</if>> <<if $relationcheck is true>>In relationship you are... You're <<if $showwarm is true>><b><i>affectionate</i></b> with your partner, you don't mind showing your partner you love them.<<elseif $showwarm is false>>not necessarily the most outwardly <b><i>affectionate</i></b> partner. Something that is often misinterpreted, but those close to you know better.<</if>> You're also <<if $showaloof is true>>not necessarily <b><i>thoughtful and considerate</i></b><<elseif $showaloof is false>><b><i>thoughtful and considerate</i></b><</if>> with you partner.<</if>>  <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center>

!Character !!!Athiel, the arrogant $a_man. <b>Appearance:</b> ocean blue eyes, fair skin, mid-length blond hair, tall. <<if $showchara is true>><b>What does $a_they thinks about you?</b> Simple, $a_they doesn't think about you <i>at all</i><</if>> !!!Ekissa, your best friend. <b>Appearance:</b> dark brown skin, black eyes, <<if $genderroj == "man">>short curly snowy white dyed hair<<else>>mid-length, curly snowy white dyed hair<</if>>, slightly tall. <<if $showcharj is true>><b>What does $j_they thinks about you?</b> Ekissa respect you.<</if>> !!!$namel, your neighbor. <b>Appearance:</b> light gray eyes, <<if $genderrol == "man">>short<<else>>long<</if>> straight black hair, pale skin, on the shorter side ($l_they'll deny it if you tell $l_them that, though). <<if $showcharl is true>><b>What does $l_they thinks about you?</b> $m_They only sees you as $l_their neighbor.<</if>> !!!$namet, your neighbor's kid. <b>Appearance: </b>black eyes, short wavy dark brown hair, tan skin, average height. <<if $showchart is true>><b>What does $t_they thinks about you?</b> Best to keep that a mystery...<</if>>  <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center>

<<set $m_they to "">> <<set $m_them to "">> <<set $m_their to "">> <<set $m_theirs to "">> <<set $m_themself to "">> <<set $m_s to "">> <<set $m_is to "">> <<set $m_isnt to "">> <<set $m_was to "">> <<set $m_wasnt to "">> <<set $m_theyre to "">> <<set $m_have to "">> <<set $m_They to "">> <<set $m_Them to "">> <<set $m_Their to "">> <<set $m_Theirs to "">> <<set $m_Themself to "">> <<set $m_Theyre to "">> <<set $e_they to "">> <<set $e_them to "">> <<set $e_their to "">> <<set $e_theirs to "">> <<set $e_themself to "">> <<set $e_s to "">> <<set $e_is to "">> <<set $e_theyre to "">> <<set $e_have to "">> <<set $e_They to "">> <<set $e_Them to "">> <<set $e_Their to "">> <<set $e_Theirs to "">> <<set $e_Themself to "">> <<set $e_Theyre to "">> <<set $e_man to "">> <<set $e_Man to "">> <<set $e_boy to "">> <<set $e_Boy to "">> <<set $e_sir to "">> <<set $e_Sir to "">> <<set $e_boyfriend to "">> <<set $e_Boyfriend to "">> <<set $e_brother to "">> <<set $e_Brother to "">> <<set $j_they to "">> <<set $j_them to "">> <<set $j_their to "">> <<set $j_theirs to "">> <<set $j_themself to "">> <<set $j_s to "">> <<set $j_is to "">> <<set $j_theyre to "">> <<set $j_have to "">> <<set $j_They to "">> <<set $j_Them to "">> <<set $j_Their to "">> <<set $j_Theirs to "">> <<set $j_Themself to "">> <<set $j_Theyre to "">> <<set $j_man to "">> <<set $j_Man to "">> <<set $j_boy to "">> <<set $j_Boy to "">> <<set $j_sir to "">> <<set $j_Sir to "">> <<set $j_boyfriend to "">> <<set $j_Boyfriend to "">> <<set $j_brother to "">> <<set $j_Brother to "">> <<set $l_they to "">> <<set $l_them to "">> <<set $l_their to "">> <<set $l_theirs to "">> <<set $l_themself to "">> <<set $l_s to "">> <<set $l_is to "">> <<set $l_theyre to "">> <<set $l_have to "">> <<set $l_They to "">> <<set $l_Them to "">> <<set $l_Their to "">> <<set $l_Theirs to "">> <<set $l_Themself to "">> <<set $l_Theyre to "">> <<set $l_man to "">> <<set $l_Man to "">> <<set $l_boy to "">> <<set $l_Boy to "">> <<set $l_sir to "">> <<set $l_Sir to "">> <<set $l_boyfriend to "">> <<set $l_Boyfriend to "">> <<set $l_brother to "">> <<set $l_Brother to "">> <<set $t_they to "">> <<set $t_them to "">> <<set $t_their to "">> <<set $t_theirs to "">> <<set $t_themself to "">> <<set $t_s to "">> <<set $t_is to "">> <<set $t_theyre to "">> <<set $t_have to "">> <<set $t_They to "">> <<set $t_Them to "">> <<set $t_Their to "">> <<set $t_Theirs to "">> <<set $t_Themself to "">> <<set $t_Theyre to "">> <<set $t_man to "">> <<set $t_Man to "">> <<set $t_boy to "">> <<set $t_Boy to "">> <<set $t_sir to "">> <<set $t_Sir to "">> <<set $t_boyfriend to "">> <<set $t_Boyfriend to "">> <<set $t_brother to "">> <<set $t_Brother to "">> <<set $a_they to "">> <<set $a_them to "">> <<set $a_their to "">> <<set $a_theirs to "">> <<set $a_themself to "">> <<set $a_s to "">> <<set $a_is to "">> <<set $a_theyre to "">> <<set $a_have to "">> <<set $a_They to "">> <<set $a_Them to "">> <<set $a_Their to "">> <<set $a_Theirs to "">> <<set $a_Themself to "">> <<set $a_Theyre to "">> <<set $a_man to "">> <<set $a_Man to "">> <<set $a_boy to "">> <<set $a_Boy to "">> <<set $a_sir to "">> <<set $a_Sir to "">> <<set $a_boyfriend to "">> <<set $a_Boyfriend to "">> <<set $a_brother to "">> <<set $a_Brother to "">>

<div id="sidebar"> <div class="sidebar-header">  <div></div>  <h1 class="story-title" data-passage="gameTitle"></h1>  <div class="sidebar-toggle"> <span id="sidebar-toggle-icon" class="lnr lnr-menu-circle"></span> </div> </div>   <div class="sidebar-history-nav"> <span id="backwards-button" class="lnr lnr-arrow-left"></span> <span id="forwards-button" class="lnr lnr-arrow-right"></span> </div> <div id="sidebar-body">  <h2 class="story-author" data-passage="storyAuthor"></h2> <nav class="sidebar-nav"> <ul class="story-tools"> <li> <span id="restart-button" class="lnr lnr-redo"></span> <span class="tooltiptext">Restart</span> </li> <li> <span id="saves-button" class="lnr lnr-download"></span> <span class="tooltiptext">Saves</span> </li> <li> <span id="settings-button" class="lnr lnr-cog"></span> <span class="tooltiptext">Settings</span> </li> </ul> <ul class="story-menu" data-passage="storyMenu"> </ul> </nav> <nav id="social-media"> <p>Social media</p> <ul data-passage="socialMedia"> </ul> </nav> </div>  </div>  <div id="mystory" role="main"> <div id="passages"> <div id="passage-start" data-passage="start" class="passage"> </div> </div> </div>

Love After Death EXTRAS

<<widget "setGender">><<silently>> <<if ndef $args[1]>> <<set _rng to random(0,2)>> <<if _rng is 0>><<set _let to "m">><</if>> <<if _rng is 1>><<set _let to "f">><</if>> <<if _rng is 2>><<set _let to "n">><</if>> <<else>> <<set _let to $args[1]>><</if>> <<if $args[0] is "m">> <<if _let is "m">> <<set $m_they to "he">> <<set $m_them to "him">> <<set $m_their to "his">> <<set $m_theirs to "his">> <<set $m_themself to "himself">> <<set $m_s to "s">> <<set $m_is to "is">> <<set $m_isnt to "isn't">> <<set $m_dont to "doesn't">> <<set $m_do to "does">> <<set $m_was to "was">> <<set $m_wasnt to "wasn't">> <<set $m_theyre to "he's">> <<set $m_have to "has">> <<set $m_They to "He">> <<set $m_Them to "Him">> <<set $m_Their to "His">> <<set $m_Theirs to "His">> <<set $m_Themself to "Himself">> <<set $m_Theyre to "He's">> <</if>> <<if _let is "f">> <<set $m_they to "she">> <<set $m_them to "her">> <<set $m_their to "her">> <<set $m_theirs to "hers">> <<set $m_themself to "herself">> <<set $m_s to "s">> <<set $m_is to "is">> <<set $m_isnt to "isn't">> <<set $m_dont to "doesn't">> <<set $m_do to "does">> <<set $m_was to "was">> <<set $m_wasnt to "wasn't">> <<set $m_theyre to "she's">> <<set $m_have to "has">> <<set $m_They to "She">> <<set $m_Them to "Her">> <<set $m_Their to "Her">> <<set $m_Theirs to "Hers">> <<set $m_Themself to "Herself">> <<set $m_Theyre to "She's">> <</if>> <<if _let is "n">> <<set $m_they to "they">> <<set $m_them to "them">> <<set $m_their to "their">> <<set $m_theirs to "theirs">> <<set $m_themself to "themself">> <<set $m_s to "">> <<set $m_is to "are">> <<set $m_isnt to "aren't">> <<set $m_dont to "don't">> <<set $m_do to "do">> <<set $m_was to "were">> <<set $m_wasnt to "weren't">> <<set $m_theyre to "they're">> <<set $m_have to "have">> <<set $m_They to "They">> <<set $m_Them to "Them">> <<set $m_Their to "Their">> <<set $m_Theirs to "Theirs">> <<set $m_Themself to "Themself">> <<set $m_Theyre to "They're">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if ndef $args[1]>> <<set _rng to random(0,2)>> <<if _rng is 0>><<set _let to "m">><</if>> <<if _rng is 1>><<set _let to "f">><</if>> <<if _rng is 2>><<set _let to "n">><</if>> <<else>> <<set _let to $args[1]>><</if>> <<if $args[0] is "e">> <<if _let is "m">> <<set $e_they to "he">> <<set $e_them to "him">> <<set $e_their to "his">> <<set $e_theirs to "his">> <<set $e_themself to "himself">> <<set $e_s to "s">> <<set $e_is to "is">> <<set $e_theyre to "he's">> <<set $e_have to "has">> <<set $e_They to "He">> <<set $e_Them to "Him">> <<set $e_Their to "His">> <<set $e_Theirs to "His">> <<set $e_Themself to "Himself">> <<set $e_Theyre to "He's">> <<set $e_man to "man">> <<set $e_Man to "Man">> <<set $e_boy to "boy">> <<set $e_Boy to "Boy">> <<set $e_sir to "sir">> <<set $e_Sir to "Sir">> <<set $e_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <<set $e_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">> <<set $e_brother to "brother">> <<set $e_Brother to "Brother">> <<set $e_handsome to "handsome">> <<set $e_Handsome to "Handsome">> <<set $e_cologne to "cologne">> <<set $e_Mr to "Mr">> <</if>> <<if _let is "f">> <<set $e_they to "she">> <<set $e_them to "her">> <<set $e_their to "her">> <<set $e_theirs to "hers">> <<set $e_themself to "herself">> <<set $e_s to "s">> <<set $e_is to "is">> <<set $e_theyre to "she's">> <<set $e_have to "has">> <<set $e_They to "She">> <<set $e_Them to "Her">> <<set $e_Their to "Her">> <<set $e_Theirs to "Hers">> <<set $e_Themself to "Herself">> <<set $e_Theyre to "She's">> <<set $e_man to "woman">> <<set $e_Man to "Woman">> <<set $e_boy to "girl">> <<set $e_Boy to "Girl">> <<set $e_sir to "ma'am">> <<set $e_Sir to "Ma'am">> <<set $e_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <<set $e_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">> <<set $e_brother to "sister">> <<set $e_Brother to "Sister">> <<set $e_handsome to "beautiful">> <<set $e_Handsome to "Beautiful">> <<set $e_cologne to "perfume">> <<set $e_Mr to "Ms">> <</if>> <<if _let is "n">> <<set $e_they to "they">> <<set $e_them to "them">> <<set $e_their to "their">> <<set $e_theirs to "theirs">> <<set $e_themself to "themself">> <<set $e_s to "">> <<set $e_is to "are">> <<set $e_theyre to "they're">> <<set $e_have to "have">> <<set $e_They to "She">> <<set $e_Them to "Her">> <<set $e_Their to "Her">> <<set $e_Theirs to "Hers">> <<set $e_Themself to "Herself">> <<set $e_Theyre to "She's">> <<set $e_man to "man">> <<set $e_Man to "Man">> <<set $e_boy to "boy">> <<set $e_Boy to "Boy">> <<set $e_sir to "sir">> <<set $e_Sir to "Sir">> <<set $e_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <<set $e_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">> <<set $e_brother to "brother">> <<set $e_Brother to "Brother">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if ndef $args[1]>> <<set _rng to random(0,2)>> <<if _rng is 0>><<set _let to "m">><</if>> <<if _rng is 1>><<set _let to "f">><</if>> <<if _rng is 2>><<set _let to "n">><</if>> <<else>> <<set _let to $args[1]>><</if>> <<if $args[0] is "j">> <<if _let is "m">> <<set $j_they to "he">> <<set $j_them to "him">> <<set $j_their to "his">> <<set $j_theirs to "his">> <<set $j_themself to "himself">> <<set $j_s to "s">> <<set $j_is to "is">> <<set $j_theyre to "he's">> <<set $j_have to "has">> <<set $j_They to "He">> <<set $j_Them to "Him">> <<set $j_Their to "His">> <<set $j_Theirs to "His">> <<set $j_Themself to "Himself">> <<set $j_Theyre to "He's">> <<set $j_man to "man">> <<set $j_Man to "Man">> <<set $j_boy to "boy">> <<set $j_Boy to "Boy">> <<set $j_sir to "sir">> <<set $j_Sir to "Sir">> <<set $j_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <<set $j_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">> <<set $j_brother to "brother">> <<set $j_Brother to "Brother">> <<set $j_handsome to "handsome">> <<set $j_Handsome to "Handsome">> <<set $j_cologne to "cologne">> <<set $j_Mr to "Mr">> <</if>> <<if _let is "f">> <<set $j_they to "she">> <<set $j_them to "her">> <<set $j_their to "her">> <<set $j_theirs to "hers">> <<set $j_themself to "herself">> <<set $j_s to "s">> <<set $j_is to "is">> <<set $j_theyre to "she's">> <<set $j_have to "has">> <<set $j_They to "She">> <<set $j_Them to "Her">> <<set $j_Their to "Her">> <<set $j_Theirs to "Hers">> <<set $j_Themself to "Herself">> <<set $j_Theyre to "She's">> <<set $j_man to "woman">> <<set $j_Man to "Woman">> <<set $j_boy to "girl">> <<set $j_Boy to "Girl">> <<set $j_sir to "ma'am">> <<set $j_Sir to "Ma'am">> <<set $j_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <<set $j_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">> <<set $j_brother to "sister">> <<set $j_Brother to "Sister">> <<set $j_handsome to "beautiful">> <<set $j_Handsome to "Beautiful">> <<set $j_cologne to "perfume">> <<set $j_Mr to "Ms">> <</if>> <<if _let is "n">> <<set $j_they to "they">> <<set $j_them to "them">> <<set $j_their to "their">> <<set $j_theirs to "theirs">> <<set $j_themself to "themself">> <<set $j_s to "">> <<set $j_is to "are">> <<set $j_theyre to "they're">> <<set $j_have to "have">> <<set $j_They to "She">> <<set $j_Them to "Her">> <<set $j_Their to "Her">> <<set $j_Theirs to "Hers">> <<set $j_Themself to "Herself">> <<set $j_Theyre to "She's">> <<set $j_man to "woman">> <<set $j_Man to "Woman">> <<set $j_boy to "girl">> <<set $j_Boy to "Girl">> <<set $j_sir to "ma'am">> <<set $j_Sir to "Ma'am">> <<set $j_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <<set $j_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">> <<set $j_Brother to "Brother">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if ndef $args[1]>> <<set _rng to random(0,2)>> <<if _rng is 0>><<set _let to "m">><</if>> <<if _rng is 1>><<set _let to "f">><</if>> <<if _rng is 2>><<set _let to "n">><</if>> <<else>> <<set _let to $args[1]>><</if>> <<if $args[0] is "l">> <<if _let is "m">> <<set $l_they to "he">> <<set $l_them to "him">> <<set $l_their to "his">> <<set $l_theirs to "his">> <<set $l_themself to "himself">> <<set $l_s to "s">> <<set $l_is to "is">> <<set $l_theyre to "he's">> <<set $l_have to "has">> <<set $l_They to "He">> <<set $l_Them to "Him">> <<set $l_Their to "His">> <<set $l_Theirs to "His">> <<set $l_Themself to "Himself">> <<set $l_Theyre to "He's">> <<set $l_man to "man">> <<set $l_Man to "Man">> <<set $l_boy to "boy">> <<set $l_Boy to "Boy">> <<set $l_sir to "sir">> <<set $l_Sir to "Sir">> <<set $l_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <<set $l_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">> <<set $l_brother to "brother">> <<set $l_Brother to "Brother">> <<set $l_handsome to "handsome">> <<set $l_Handsome to "Handsome">> <<set $l_cologne to "cologne">> <<set $l_Mr to "Mr">> <</if>> <<if _let is "f">> <<set $l_they to "she">> <<set $l_them to "her">> <<set $l_their to "her">> <<set $l_theirs to "hers">> <<set $l_themself to "herself">> <<set $l_s to "s">> <<set $l_is to "is">> <<set $l_theyre to "she's">> <<set $l_have to "has">> <<set $l_They to "She">> <<set $l_Them to "Her">> <<set $l_Their to "Her">> <<set $l_Theirs to "Hers">> <<set $l_Themself to "Herself">> <<set $l_Theyre to "She's">> <<set $l_man to "woman">> <<set $l_Man to "Woman">> <<set $l_boy to "girl">> <<set $l_Boy to "Girl">> <<set $l_sir to "ma'am">> <<set $l_Sir to "Ma'am">> <<set $l_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <<set $l_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">> <<set $l_brother to "sister">> <<set $l_Brother to "Sister">> <<set $l_handsome to "beautiful">> <<set $l_Handsome to "Beautiful">> <<set $l_cologne to "perfume">> <<set $l_Mr to "Ms">> <</if>> <<if _let is "n">> <<set $l_they to "they">> <<set $l_them to "them">> <<set $l_their to "their">> <<set $l_theirs to "theirs">> <<set $l_themself to "themself">> <<set $l_s to "">> <<set $l_is to "are">> <<set $l_theyre to "they're">> <<set $l_have to "have">> <<set $l_They to "She">> <<set $l_Them to "Her">> <<set $l_Their to "Her">> <<set $l_Theirs to "Hers">> <<set $l_Themself to "Herself">> <<set $l_Theyre to "She's">> <<set $l_man to "woman">> <<set $l_Man to "Woman">> <<set $l_boy to "girl">> <<set $l_Boy to "Girl">> <<set $l_sir to "ma'am">> <<set $l_Sir to "Ma'am">> <<set $l_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <<set $l_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">> <<set $l_brother to "brother">> <<set $l_Brother to "Brother">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if ndef $args[1]>> <<set _rng to random(0,2)>> <<if _rng is 0>><<set _let to "m">><</if>> <<if _rng is 1>><<set _let to "f">><</if>> <<if _rng is 2>><<set _let to "n">><</if>> <<else>> <<set _let to $args[1]>><</if>> <<if $args[0] is "t">> <<if _let is "m">> <<set $t_they to "he">> <<set $t_them to "him">> <<set $t_their to "his">> <<set $t_theirs to "his">> <<set $t_themself to "himself">> <<set $t_s to "s">> <<set $t_is to "is">> <<set $t_theyre to "he's">> <<set $t_have to "has">> <<set $t_They to "He">> <<set $t_Them to "Him">> <<set $t_Their to "His">> <<set $t_Theirs to "His">> <<set $t_Themself to "Himself">> <<set $t_Theyre to "He's">> <<set $t_man to "man">> <<set $t_Man to "Man">> <<set $t_boy to "boy">> <<set $t_Boy to "Boy">> <<set $t_sir to "sir">> <<set $t_Sir to "Sir">> <<set $t_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <<set $t_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">> <<set $t_brother to "brother">> <<set $t_Brother to "Brother">> <<set $t_handsome to "handsome">> <<set $t_Handsome to "Handsome">> <<set $t_cologne to "cologne">> <<set $t_Mr to "Mr">> <</if>> <<if _let is "f">> <<set $t_they to "she">> <<set $t_them to "her">> <<set $t_their to "her">> <<set $t_theirs to "hers">> <<set $t_themself to "herself">> <<set $t_s to "s">> <<set $t_is to "is">> <<set $t_theyre to "she's">> <<set $t_have to "has">> <<set $t_They to "She">> <<set $t_Them to "Her">> <<set $t_Their to "Her">> <<set $t_Theirs to "Hers">> <<set $t_Themself to "Herself">> <<set $t_Theyre to "She's">> <<set $t_man to "woman">> <<set $t_Man to "Woman">> <<set $t_boy to "girl">> <<set $t_Boy to "Girl">> <<set $t_sir to "ma'am">> <<set $t_Sir to "Ma'am">> <<set $t_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <<set $t_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">> <<set $t_brother to "sister">> <<set $t_Brother to "Sister">> <<set $t_handsome to "beautiful">> <<set $t_Handsome to "Beautiful">> <<set $t_cologne to "perfume">> <<set $t_Mr to "Ms">> <</if>> <<if _let is "n">> <<set $t_they to "they">> <<set $t_them to "them">> <<set $t_their to "their">> <<set $t_theirs to "theirs">> <<set $t_themself to "themself">> <<set $t_s to "">> <<set $t_is to "are">> <<set $t_theyre to "they're">> <<set $t_have to "have">> <<set $t_They to "She">> <<set $t_Them to "Her">> <<set $t_Their to "Her">> <<set $t_Theirs to "Hers">> <<set $t_Themself to "Herself">> <<set $t_Theyre to "She's">> <<set $t_man to "man">> <<set $t_Man to "Man">> <<set $t_boy to "boy">> <<set $t_Boy to "Boy">> <<set $t_sir to "sir">> <<set $t_Sir to "Sir">> <<set $t_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <<set $t_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">> <<set $t_brother to "brother">> <<set $t_Brother to "Brother">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if ndef $args[1]>> <<set _rng to random(0,2)>> <<if _rng is 0>><<set _let to "m">><</if>> <<if _rng is 1>><<set _let to "f">><</if>> <<if _rng is 2>><<set _let to "n">><</if>> <<else>> <<set _let to $args[1]>><</if>> <<if $args[0] is "a">> <<if _let is "m">> <<set $a_they to "he">> <<set $a_them to "him">> <<set $a_their to "his">> <<set $a_theirs to "his">> <<set $a_themself to "himself">> <<set $a_s to "s">> <<set $a_is to "is">> <<set $a_theyre to "he's">> <<set $a_have to "has">> <<set $a_They to "He">> <<set $a_Them to "Him">> <<set $a_Their to "His">> <<set $a_Theirs to "His">> <<set $a_Themself to "Himself">> <<set $a_Theyre to "He's">> <<set $a_man to "man">> <<set $a_Man to "Man">> <<set $a_boy to "boy">> <<set $a_Boy to "Boy">> <<set $a_sir to "sir">> <<set $a_Sir to "Sir">> <<set $a_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <<set $a_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">> <<set $a_brother to "brother">> <<set $a_Brother to "Brother">> <<set $a_handsome to "handsome">> <<set $a_Handsome to "Handsome">> <<set $a_cologne to "cologne">> <<set $a_Mr to "Mr">> <</if>> <<if _let is "f">> <<set $a_they to "she">> <<set $a_them to "her">> <<set $a_their to "her">> <<set $a_theirs to "hers">> <<set $a_themself to "herself">> <<set $a_s to "s">> <<set $a_is to "is">> <<set $a_theyre to "she's">> <<set $a_have to "has">> <<set $a_They to "She">> <<set $a_Them to "Her">> <<set $a_Their to "Her">> <<set $a_Theirs to "Hers">> <<set $a_Themself to "Herself">> <<set $a_Theyre to "She's">> <<set $a_man to "woman">> <<set $a_Man to "Woman">> <<set $a_boy to "girl">> <<set $a_Boy to "Girl">> <<set $a_sir to "ma'am">> <<set $a_Sir to "Ma'am">> <<set $a_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <<set $a_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">> <<set $a_brother to "sister">> <<set $a_Brother to "Sister">> <<set $a_handsome to "beautiful">> <<set $a_Handsome to "Beautiful">> <<set $a_cologne to "perfume">> <<set $a_Mr to "Ms">> <</if>> <<if _let is "n">> <<set $a_they to "they">> <<set $a_them to "them">> <<set $a_their to "their">> <<set $a_theirs to "theirs">> <<set $a_themself to "themself">> <<set $a_s to "">> <<set $a_is to "are">> <<set $a_theyre to "they're">> <<set $a_have to "have">> <<set $a_They to "She">> <<set $a_Them to "Her">> <<set $a_Their to "Her">> <<set $a_Theirs to "Hers">> <<set $a_Themself to "Herself">> <<set $a_Theyre to "She's">> <<set $a_man to "woman">> <<set $a_Man to "Woman">> <<set $a_boy to "girl">> <<set $a_Boy to "Girl">> <<set $a_sir to "ma'am">> <<set $a_Sir to "Ma'am">> <<set $a_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <<set $a_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">> <<set $a_brother to "brother">> <<set $a_Brother to "Brother">> <</if>> <</if>> <</silently>><</widget>>

by <a href="https://www.tumblr.com/loveafterdeath-if/" target="_blank">Echo Noir</a>

<<button "POV CAR ACCIDENT (PROLOGUE)" "POVCAR1">><</button>>

<<button "POV HOSPITAL" "POVHE1">><</button>>

<<button "POV HOSPITAL" "POVHA1">><</button>>

<<button "RESTAURANT'S POV (PROLOGUE)" "POVEl2.0">><</button>> <<button "POV CAR ACCIDENT (PROLOGUE)" "POVCAREl1">><</button>>

$namel tilts $l_their head, scrutinizing $l_their backyard with a critical gaze from the center of the lawn. How can $l_they fuck up so much without doing much? $l_They thought, maybe adding flowers in $l_their garden would look as beautiful as $namee's stunning garden. Spoiler alert: $l_they was catastrophically wrong. This looks... horrible. Why do the plants seem to despise $l_them? $l_They has no idea. The flowers $l_they meticulously planted days ago are now lifeless corpses, their vibrant colors drained, replaced by an almost... sinister decay. The flowers are withered. $l_They swears $l_they watered them. $l_They made sure to do it by setting alarms as reminders. But clearly, it wasn't enough. Efforts thrown out the window. With a long, defeated sigh, $l_they grimaces. "I could always try vegetables..." "You'll find a way to massacre them too," $l_their $t_son states flatly, standing behind $t_their $l_dad, $t_their gaze on what's supposed to be flowers. "Why don't you just hire someone? At this rate, you'll manage to kill the grass before anything else." $namel had called $namet to "talk about business", but to be honest, $l_they just wanted to spend time with $l_their $t_son. $namet rarely gives $l_them the time of the day. $namel knows it's simply because $l_their $t_son is busy. Still $l_they can't help but want to spend time with $l_their kid anyway. That's precisely why $l_they persistently nudges $namet to take breaks. Sometimes it works, but other times $l_they just has to accept that $l_their $t_son is a grown-up adult now. Can't always have $l_their son's undivided attention... $namel whips $l_their head to $namet in mock outrage. "Excuse you, I'll have you know I'm usually pretty good with my hands." The suggestive eyebrow waggle makes $namet scrunch $t_their nose in disgust. "$l_Dad, please don't." "What? This old $l_man has the right to have some fun–" ---- *<b><i>[["Fuck off, I don't have time for this," you snap, barely able to contain your frustration.|POVCAR2]]</i></b> *<b><i>[["I didn't do this," you retort calmly with a small frown. "It's a misunderstanding. Why would I do something like this?"|POVCAR3]]</i></b> *<b><i>[["What? I'm sorry but I really don't have time for this." You say, forcing a polite smile.|POVCAR4]]</i></b> *<b><i>[["What?" You scowl at the guy. "I didn't do shit."|POVCAR5]]</i></b>

$namel frowns when $l_they hears your voice. $l_They's never heard you snap like this before, well, that's probably because $namee is not the type to provoke people, especially not you. But maybe today is different? $l_They wonders if you two are having your first big argument. "Who's shouting like that?" $namet asks $t_their $l_dad with a slight frown creasing $t_their forehead. $namel dismisses the concern with a casual wave, $l_their attention already drifting back to $l_their struggling garden. "Probably $name and $namee." "Careful there, kid," a low, menacing voice cuts through the air. "I wouldn't wanna ruin that pretty face of yours." <i>Ah, definitely not $namee</i>. $namel's gaze quickly shifts toward the house, where the echoing voices suggest a more intense interaction. "Yeah, definitely not $namee," $l_they mutters under $l_their breath. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAR6">><</button>>

$namel's eyebrows knit together, curiosity burning through $l_their veins. Didn't do what? A misunderstanding about... what exactly? Questions swirl like a tornado in $l_their mind, each one more tantalizing than the last. "Then who the hell did this if not you, huh?" another voice sneers. "You're gonna tell me it's them who did it?" "Probably. Look, this isn't the time for this. We can talk about it once I'm sure my <<if $genderroe == "man">>boyfriend<<else>>girlfriend<</if>> is–" "I don't give a fuck about your <<if $genderroe == "man">>boyfrie–<<else>>girlfrie–<</if>>" "Who's shouting like that?" $namet asks $t_their $l_dad with a slight frown creasing $t_their forehead. $namel dismisses the concern with a casual wave, $l_their attention already drifting back to $l_their struggling garden. "Probably $name. I wonder who $m_theyre arguing with, though..." <i>Definitely not $namee</i>. $namel's gaze quickly shifts toward the house, where the echoing voices suggest a more intense interaction. "Yeah, definitely not $namee," $l_they mutters under $l_their breath. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAR6">><</button>>

$namel's eyebrows furrow, curiosity piqued. Something's definitely brewing at your place. "Then make time," another voice sneers. "I'm not your damn housekeeper to clean up after you every time you feel like giving me more work." "Who's shouting like that?" $namet asks $t_their $l_dad with a slight frown creasing $t_their forehead. $namel dismisses the concern with a casual wave, $l_their attention already drifting back to $l_their struggling garden. "Probably $name. I wonder who $m_theyre arguing with, though..." <i>Definitely not $namee</i>. $namel's gaze quickly shifts toward the house, where the echoing voices suggest a more intense interaction. "Yeah, definitely not $namee," $l_they mutters under $l_their breath. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAR6">><</button>>

$namel frowns when $l_they hears your voice cutting through the quiet garden, curiosity piqued. Your tone suggests that you're not happy, <i>at all</i> and while $namel loves teasing people until they explode, the tone you have is anything but funny. $l_They wonders if you're having your first big heated argument with $namee. But $namel doubts it. $namee is not the type to provoke people, especially not you. "Then who the hell did this if not you, huh?" another voice sneers. "You're gonna tell me it's them who did this?" "Who's shouting like that?" $namet asks $t_their $l_dad with a slight frown creasing $t_their forehead. $namel dismisses the concern with a casual wave, $l_their attention already drifting back to $l_their struggling garden. "Probably $name. I wonder who $m_theyre arguing with, though..." <i>Definitely not $namee</i>. $namel's gaze quickly shifts toward the house, where the echoing voices suggest a more intense interaction. "Yeah, definitely not $namee," $l_they mutters under $l_their breath. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAR6">><</button>>

The old $l_man taps $l_their palm against $l_their thigh in the hope of appeasing the curiosity growing more and more. $l_They's never been good at minding $l_their own business and, right now, hearing you argue with a stranger is making $l_them itch with curiosity. $l_They definitely wants to know what's going on. "Should we–" "No," $namet cuts $l_them off, knowing too well what $t_their $l_dad is thinking right now. $namel sighs dramatically, still considering and wondering if $l_they should go check out what's going on. "Who's $name?" $namet tries to distract the old $l_man. $namel rolls $l_their lips together, barely holding back $l_their need to know as $l_they replies. "$namee's $m_boyfriend." "$namee?" $l_their $t_son arches an eyebrow, looking confused. Another sigh escapes $namel. Why does nobody ever pay attention to $l_their gossip? "I told you about $namee, $e_they's the sweetheart living across me who spent like an hour talking about $name, blond hair, blue eyes, pale–" "Ah, $e_them. Yeah, I remember," $namet nods, and at that, $namel's face brightens. Well, seems like $l_their kid <i>does</i> listen after all. $namel knew $l_they could count on $l_their kid. However, $l_their attention returns to where $l_they can hear those voices. $l_They's never been good at minding $l_their own business, like, not even a little bit.... That's why $l_they decides to follow the voices, $l_their $t_son trailing behind. "This a bad idea," $namet mutters under $t_their breath. But $namel doesn't listen, moving toward the road between the houses. It wouldn't be the first time $l_they's been nosy. $l_They's a $l_man too curious for $l_their own good. $l_They can't help it, really. $l_Their steps falter when $l_their gaze finds your form, surrounded by kids, a stranger, and Emilia. $l_Their smile drops. That doesn't look good. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAR7">><</button>>

$namel can see it all; your eyes searching frantically around, searching for some solution to a problem $namel isn't aware of. Your jaw clenched so tight $l_they's worried you might crack a tooth. Your shoulders are rigid with tension. But beneath that, $l_they sees pure worry, raw desperation in your eyes. This isn't some random argument. This isn't about something trivial. Something happened. Important enough to put you in this state. And suddenly, $namel doesn't feel good at all. "$l_Dad," $namet warns the old $l_man, knowing full well $t_their $l_dad will stick $l_their nose where it absolutely doesn't belong. $namel, predictably, ignores $l_their $t_son's warning as $l_they crosses the road and stops a few feet from the group. If something's going down, $l_they wants to help. Forcing $l_their most charming smile back onto $l_their face, $l_they clears $l_their throat. "Hey $name! Here you are. I didn't see the car so I thought you'd be absent today with $namee," $namel raises $l_their voice enough for you to hear. $l_They deliberately keeps $l_their gaze fixed on you, completely ignoring everyone else. $l_Their hand smooths the wrinkle of $l_their silky, beige blouse with long sleeves. $l_They could greet the others, but $l_they doesn't want to, not when you look like you've seen a ghost, not when they're all playing dumb not to see how visibly panicked you are. Or maybe $namel is just that good at reading people. Either way, $l_they plans to ignore them and make sure they know $l_they's doing just that. When your gaze flicks to $namet, $l_they sneaks a glance at Emilia, a slight frown breaking through $l_their usual charming demeanor. Emilia should be the first to notice your state, and yet it feels like she's more interested in passing her own nerves onto you, using you as some kind of emotional punching bag instead of being genuinely concerned. But $l_they doubts Emilia would do this, it's not her type at all. Catching you observing $l_their son, $namel's chest puffs up with pride. $namet <i>is</i> as good-looking as $t_their $l_dad, after all. Obviously, $namel knows you're not checking out $l_their son. You and $namee are way too lovey-dovey for you to want to look elsewhere. $namel's palm gestures towards the younger $t_man at $l_their side. "This is my son, Tra–" ---- *<b><i><<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Can I borrow your car?" you cut him off, this is really not the time for introduction.|POVCAR8]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["Can I borrow your car?" you cut her off, this is really not the time for introduction.|POVCAR8]]<</if>></i></b> *<b><i><<if $genderrol == "man">>[["I'm sorry Leon, but I need your car. You mind letting me borrow it?" you ask politely.|POVCAR9]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["I'm sorry Luna, but I need your car. You mind letting me borrow it?" you ask politely.|POVCAR9]]<</if>></i></b> *<b><i>[["I don't have time for this shit, I need a car." you mutter.|POVCAR10]]</i></b> *<b><i><<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Nice to meet you," you force a smile to his child before glancing back at Leon. "I really need your car right now, can I borrow it?"|POVCAR11]]<<else>>[["Nice to meet you," you force a smile to her child before glancing back at Luna. "I really need your car right now, can I borrow it?"|POVCAR11]]<</if>></i></b>

$namel bites back a pout, annoyed that $l_they was cut off just when $l_they wanted you to admire $l_their $t_son. $l_They was ready to show off $namet as the perfect $t_son $namet is, and now the moment's gone. $l_They shakes $l_their head, focusing back on what's really happening. $l_Their expression shifts into slight confusion. While $l_they doesn't mind letting you borrow $l_their car, that doesn't answer the many questions flowing in $l_their head. "My car?" $namel tilts $l_their head, blinking in confusion. "For...?" "Can I borrow your car, yes or no?" you press, getting impatient. "It's just for today." The old $l_man feels unease growing inside $l_their chest. This isn't normal at all. $l_They knows $l_they shouldn't ask, $l_they knows $l_they shouldn't pry and $l_they knows $l_they should just hand over the keys of $l_their car. But a $namel who minds $l_their own business? That's like asking a cat not to be curious. "You seem to be in a hurry, something happened?" the older $l_man murmurs in a worried tone. "If you need a–" "Just tell me yes or no, I really don't want to explain myself right now," you say desperately. $l_They winces, right. If it's something pressing, of course you wouldn't be in the mood to explain whatever's happening. $namel blinks when $l_they feels $l_their son's hand searching through $l_their pockets, then moving towards you with the keys. That's... the first time $l_they sees $l_their $t_son showing care, well, not care per se, but the $t_son $l_they knows would've stared at the whole situation without moving a finger. What $l_they's witnessing right now is so unexpected, it's almost surreal. $namel wants to praise $namet, but $l_they knows this isn't the moment. <<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Here." Travis mumbles.|POVCAR12]]<<else>>[["Here." Tracee mumbles.|POVCAR12]]<</if>>

$namel bites back a pout, annoyed that $l_they was cut off just when $l_they wanted you to admire $l_their $t_son. $l_They was ready to show off $namet as the perfect $t_son $namet is, and now the moment's gone. $l_They shakes $l_their head, focusing back on what's really happening. $l_Their expression shifts into slight confusion. While $l_they doesn't mind letting you borrow $l_their car, that doesn't answer the many questions flowing in $l_their head. "My car?" $namel tilts $l_their head, blinking in confusion. "For...?" "I really need your car right now," you say instead. "Can we just talk about the 'why' later?" You're impatient, and $namel gets it, really. But something's gnawing at $l_them, an uncomfortable feeling crawling up $l_their spine. $l_They's worried, apprehensive, and let's be real, more than a little curious. That old French proverb about curiosity being a nasty fault? It was basically invented for $namel. "We can," $namel starts as $l_they frowns in concern. $l_Their light gray eyes study you, searching for any hint of what might be going on. "But can you tell me at least what's going on?" $l_Their dimple has disappeared, replaced by genuine worry. $namel is nosy, but $l_they knows when to laugh and when to actually be serious. $l_They wants to make sure you're okay, you're obviously not, and that's what makes $l_them even more worried. $namel blinks when $l_they feels $l_their son's hand searching through $l_their pockets, then moving towards you with the keys. That's... the first time $l_they sees $l_their $t_son showing care, well, not care per se, but the $t_son $l_they knows would've stared at the whole situation without moving a finger. What $l_they's witnessing right now is so unexpected, it's almost surreal. $namel wants to praise $namet, but $l_they knows this isn't the moment. <<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Here." Travis mumbles.|POVCAR12]]<<else>>[["Here." Tracee mumbles.|POVCAR12]]<</if>>

$namel bites back a pout, annoyed that $l_they was cut off just when $l_they wanted you to admire $l_their $t_son. $l_They was ready to show off $namet as the perfect $t_son $namet is, and now the moment's gone. $l_They shakes $l_their head, focusing back on what's really happening. $l_Their expression shifts into slight confusion. While $l_they doesn't mind letting you borrow $l_their car, that doesn't answer the many questions flowing in $l_their head. "My car?" $namel tilts $l_their head, blinking in confusion. "For...?" "I'm telling you I don't have time for this, why no one listen to me," you groan, frustrated. "I'm sorry..." $l_they winces, internally kicking $l_themself for adding to your stress. "I didn't mean to upset you but you're making me worried here." $l_They's worried, apprehensive, and let's be real, more than a little curious. That old French proverb about curiosity being a nasty fault? It was basically invented for $namel. "And you're wasting my–" $namel blinks when $l_they feels $l_their son's hand searching through $l_their pockets, then moving towards you with the keys. That's... the first time $l_they sees $l_their $t_son showing care, well, not care per se, but the $t_son $l_they knows would've stared at the whole situation without moving a finger. What $l_they's witnessing right now is so unexpected, it's almost surreal. $namel wants to praise $namet, but $l_they knows this isn't the moment. <<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Here." Travis mumbles.|POVCAR12]]<<else>>[["Here." Tracee mumbles.|POVCAR12]]<</if>>

$namel bites back a pout, annoyed that $l_they was cut off just when $l_they wanted you to admire $l_their $t_son. $l_They was ready to show off $namet as the perfect $t_son $namet is, and now the moment's gone. $l_They shakes $l_their head, focusing back on what's really happening. $l_Their expression shifts into slight confusion. While $l_they doesn't mind letting you borrow $l_their car, that doesn't answer the many questions flowing in $l_their head. "My car?" $namel tilts $l_their head, blinking in confusion. "For...?" "Please, just let me borrow your car," you try to stay polite, but your desperate tone only makes $namel frown in concern. $namel knows $l_they should probably shut up and just hand over $l_their car keys, $l_they really should... "Something happened?" $l_they asks carefully. "$namel, it's not the time to explain–" $namel blinks when $l_they feels $l_their son's hand searching through $l_their pockets, then moving towards you with the keys. That's... the first time $l_they sees $l_their $t_son showing care, well, not care per se, but the $t_son $l_they knows would've stared at the whole situation without moving a finger. What $l_they's witnessing right now is so unexpected, it's almost surreal. $namel wants to praise $namet, but $l_they knows this isn't the moment. <<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Here." Travis mumbles.|POVCAR12]]<<else>>[["Here." Tracee mumbles.|POVCAR12]]<</if>>

But this isn't the only thing surprising. $namel has to physically stop $l_themself from gaping when $namet speaks again. "We're coming with you," $namet says, nodding towards the vehicle. "C'mon, let's go." <<button "NEXT" "POVCAR13">><</button>>

During the drive, $namel repeatedly asked you to slow down, to be careful, to let $l_them drive. But that didn't seem to faze you. You're not listening and you don't look like you'll listen sometime soon. $l_They'd like to think this is about finding out $namee cheated, but deep down, $l_they knows that's impossible. $l_They knows $namee, this is a $e_man who loves so purely, so completely, that cheating isn't even a concept in $e_their world. It's impossible to imagine $namee cheating or even hurting $name at all. Something's wrong. $namel's having a bad feeling about this. You didn't tell anything, but it's obvious it's about $namee. Nobody could put you in this state except $e_them. $namel remembers $namee telling $l_them about your complicated family situation, warning $l_them to avoid the topic. Why warning $namel? Because everyone knows $namel can't hold $l_their tongue, nor can $l_they contain $l_their curiosity. $l_They can't stop $l_themself from digging deeper. That's something people often reproach $l_them. To not mind $l_their business. But it's not like $l_they does it out of malice, $l_they really doesn't. It's just... who $l_they is. As annoying as it can be for people. Lucky for $l_them, $namet knows it. $l_Their kid may scold $t_their own $l_father but $t_they actually <i>gets</i> $namel. The CEO didn't expect any less from $namet. $l_Their $t_son is like $t_their mother... <<if $genderrol == "woman">>$t_their <i>real</i> mother<</if>>. $namel wouldn't wish anything $namet's been through on anyone. What they've both been through. The point is, if something happened to $namee. You won't even have your family support. $namel knows there's always Ekissa, but family isn't the same. Family is supposed to be here for you, no matter what. Family is something holding a special place in your heart, at least, that's what $namel thinks. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAR14">><</button>>

$l_Their blood turns to ice the moment $l_they stops the car and sees something you could only see in the news or movies. A scene that immediately put $namel on edge. $l_They's frozen in $l_their seat, heart hammering so violently against $l_their ribs it feels like it might burst through. $l_Their hands clench hard where they're resting on $l_their thighs, knuckles white. The charming smile, playful expression, lights in $l_their eyes—all of it dims in an instant. $l_They can't even force $l_themself to stay optimistic and says it's probably just a similar car, because all of them sitting in $namel's car can see that person in the car. $namee. The blond hair, the pale skin, those distinctive denim overalls $e_they always wore when leaving the house. Every single detail crushes any hope $namel might have clung to. The car overturned, wheels spinning uselessly in the air, the smoke. It's like they're living a scene in a movie, but this feels too real. "$name–" $namel starts, but you're already bolting from the car. $l_They squeezes $l_their eyes shut, face falling into $l_their hands. The truth is, $l_they has no idea what $l_they's supposed to do. It's easy to say "if something like this happens, I'll be the first to run to help", but is it really easy to do it when you're actually thrown into this situation? When reality crashes down? Everything freezes. $namet is braver than $t_their $l_Dad, already following after you. $namel tries to <i>think</i>. The emergency services are already here, but they're wasting time preparing everything. $namel could do something if $l_their past wasn't paralyzing $l_them. This situation isn't the same as what happened to <i>her</i>, $l_they knows that, but mortality still terrifies $l_them more than $l_they'll ever admit. Seeing death scares $l_them. $l_They takes sharp, ragged breaths, forcing $l_themself out of the car and actually doing something rather than cowering in the car. $l_They doesn't linger where $l_their $t_son tries to contain you from running to this burning car, $l_they doesn't think at all. $l_They can clearly hear your voice, though. $l_They tries to chase it away from $l_their head, but $l_they still can hear it. This is all too raw and overwhelming. "Let go– shit.... let go of me... I need to... I–..." "You can't just go and risk your own life," $namet answers coolly. "$namee... please no... $namee...!" you yell, voice cracking. $namel's steps falter, $l_their jaw clenching, throat constricting tightly. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAR15">><</button>>

<i>"Please... you can't leave me," $namel begs, voice so quiet Hope has difficulties hearing her <<if $genderrol == "woman">>sister's<<else>>brother's<</if>> words. "Maybe they can–" "You'll be fine, $namel," Hope murmurs, managing a weak smile as she reaches for $l_their hand, giving it a brief squeeze. "Take care of $namet for me, $t_their father is useless. You'll be a better parent for $namet than that other idiot anyway. I hope $t_they'll remember my name, even years from now at least. Tell $t_them I love $t_them, okay? I want $t_them to know that." $namel shakes $l_their head, breath catching as $l_their trembling hands envelope $l_their sister's. $l_They can't do this. $l_They just can't...</i> <<button "NEXT" "POVCAR16">><</button>>

$namel jerks back to reality, shoving the memories away. And just like that, $l_they springs into action, running to the car. This time will be different. This time, $l_they could save someone, prevent the grief $l_they knows too well. $l_They strains against the warped door, hissing as pain shoots through $l_their hands. Fucking hurts. Rolling $l_their shoulders, $l_they pushes through it. $l_They'd gladly burn $l_their hands if it means saving $namee and sparing you from pain. "Shit..." $l_they mutters, tugging $l_their sleeve down to shield $l_their hands from the scorching metal. The door shrieks in protest, refusing to budge. The fabric does little to protect $l_them from the heat that's practically melting $l_their skin. But $l_they keeps trying. $l_They needs to make a difference. $l_They has to. $l_They freezes when you appear beside $l_them, helping $l_them pull. $l_They wants to tell you to back off, to trust $l_them, but then the flames roar louder, and $namel jerks back, shielding $l_their face. Slowly lowering $l_their hands, a shiver runs through $l_them as $l_they watches you. You're still fighting with the door. The breathless noise of pain and desperation leaving your mouth, the way you're both crying and fighting. $l_They never saw something both heartbreaking and admirable. The way you're giving your all to save your $e_boyfriend could bring anyone to their knees with tears in their eyes. $l_Their eyes sting. $l_They can't do anything, and seeing you struggling and hurting yourself for someone just proves how powerless $l_they is right now. "Step back! We'll handle this!" a firefighter shouts, $l_their team springing to action and pushing you out of the way to do their job. $namel stares into the flames, lost. Everything around $l_them warps and blurs as $l_they tries to focus, to clear $l_their head enough to support you. But $l_they can't. And here $l_they thought $l_they'd be here if someone endured what $l_they did. Death. This is too much for $l_them, but $namel refuses to show it. If even $namel Melth breaks down, who'll catch you when you fall? "$e_They's trapped, we need to move fast before the whole thing goes up!" another firefighter yells, the urgency in his voice sending another wave of anxiety through you. Only when the door finally gives does $namel tear $l_their gaze from the flames to look at $namee on the ground. That familiar smile $e_they's used to seeing is gone from $namee's face. $l_They wants to look away. $l_They should look away. $l_Their eyes are fixed on the scene unfolding before $l_them, watching as they try to breathe life back into $namee's still form. The blue agate eyes that usually sparkled with mischief remain closed. "$e_They's barely breathing– we need to get $e_them stabilized now!" one of them shouts, their actions growing frantic. The car suddenly erupts in a deafening explosion, flames clawing at the sky, but $namel doesn't even flinch. $l_They's too focused on $namee's features to notice anything else. One of the men's faces falls, and $namel knows, $namee is walking the line between life and death. "Clear!" The sharp command cuts through the chaos, followed by the thud of $namee's body jerking from the defibrillator. Nothing. They try again. And again. $namel's throat tightens as $l_they watches you. Your hands are trembling, hovering over $namee's body without knowing what to do, hope draining from your face with each failed attempt. $l_They knows that look. $l_They's worn it $l_themself, years ago, when $l_they lost– "We've got a pulse! Let's get $e_them to the hospital immediately!" The announcement makes $namel's eyes shut, releasing a breath $l_they didn't know $l_they was holding. They rush to load $namee into the ambulance, sirens wailing as they race toward the hospital. There's still hope. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAR17">><</button>>

<b>13:15 Celestial Healing Center - Waiting Room.</b> 13:04. The exact moment $namee Winter slipped away. $namee is gone, and $namel understands better than anyone that some wounds never heal. $l_They tried desperately to reassure you during those endless hours, only for the doctor to wash away every fragile hope. Now guilt gnaws at $l_them. $l_They promised $namee would be okay. But $namee isn't here anymore—how is that okay? But... what was $namel supposed to do? Tell you bluntly that death was coming, crush your last shred of hope? Or maybe $l_they should've just shut up... $l_Their gaze remains locked on you, terrified that if $l_they looks away, you might disappear or do something self-destructive. Especially now that you have nothing to lose anymore. This is a terrifying and dangerous path. Grief can push people to do crazy things and $l_they doesn't want you to be one of them. That's why $l_they called Ekissa. If $namel can't provide the support you need, $l_they knows Ekissa will do a better job at it. Why would you even want support from $l_them? Just yesterday, you barely exchanged words. $l_They's just the annoying older neighbor who can't stop flirting and teasing. In this moment, $l_they regrets not building a closer connection to be able to stand by your side and show you that, yes, $l_they's annoying but $l_they cares. $l_They knows what it feels like to lose someone, to watch the world crumble and tear itself apart. $l_They swallows hard when the doc apologizes and offers her condolences. $l_They waits for the fallout. Wait for the breaking point. $l_Their $t_son does the same, observing the back of your head from where they're both standing on either side of your form. And there it is. ---- *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[It's the first time in a long time you've cried like this. Crying so hard and uncontrollably. You thought you were strong, you thought wrong. You don't know if you can keep going without Elias.|POVCAR18]]<<else>>[[It's the first time in a long time you've cried like this. Crying so hard and uncontrollably. You thought you were strong, you thought wrong. You don't know if you can keep going without Ellie.|POVCAR18]]<</if>> *[[Something inside you dies, unable to even cry. Maybe it's shock, or maybe what you're feeling is too complex to even try to explain. You're empty.|POVCAR19]] *[[You stay seated, clenching your jaw hard to keep your tears from spilling as you nod simply.|POVCAR20]] *[[You force a smile in acknowledgement and tried to not just break down.|POVCAR21]] *[[You laugh, not believing the doc. Refusing to accept it and angry to even think about this possibility. There's just no way the person the most important to you died just like that.|POVCAR22]]

$namel's hand reaches out to steady you, but you're already on the floor. $l_Their hand is still suspended mid-air as $l_their breath becomes heavy. $l_Their feet start to move but $namet stops $l_them, forcing $t_their $l_dad to glance $l_their way. "Not now," is the only thing $namet says, $t_their eyes staying on you with a slight worried frown between $t_their brows. $namel parts $l_their lips, a protest dying before it can escape. You need help. But $l_their $t_son's expression silences $l_them. $l_They inhales shakily, giving a minimal nod as $namet releases $l_their wrist. Your neighbor turns $l_their attention back to you with a solemn and sad expression. You're falling apart, and $l_they can't do anything. $l_They blinks the tears away, trying to stay strong. You really don't need $l_them crying over someone who's not even close to $l_them. $namee and $namel were acquaintances at best. They'd gotten along, sure, but never close enough to be called friends. $l_Their jaw twitches when you ask in a barely audible whisper. "What do you mean...?" The doc's features soften as she says gently. "I'm sorry. We couldn't save $e_them." The sound that escapes you makes $namel's breath catch. $l_They looks desperately at $namet, but $l_their $t_son doesn't look at $namel, $t_they's looking at you, $t_their brows twitching and expression carefully kept in a stoic one. $namel's eyes dart away, unable to look at you. Your whimpers fill the waiting room as you repeat the same words over and over. $l_They forces $l_themself to stay exactly where $l_they is. Until $l_they can't stop $l_themself and hurries to your side, crouching down and rubbing the back of your back. You don't seem to notice it. $namel doesn't care. $l_They'll help you as much as $l_they can, even if it means staying on the floor for hours or being ignored during those hours. All $l_they needs you to know is that $l_they'll be here. Nobody was there for $l_them during $l_their darkest moment. But $l_they won't let you go through the same experience. $l_They'll be here. <<button "END" "Intro2">><</button>>

$namel waits. And waits. And waits. But all $l_they can see is your silent form, with no words coming out of your mouth. $l_Their fingers drum against $l_their pants nervously. What are you thinking right now? $l_They wants to know, needs to know what's going on in your head. $l_They can't help if $l_they doesn't know how you're holding up in the first place. There's a moment of deafening silence. "I'm sorry," the doc murmurs softly. "We couldn't save $e_them." The words hang in the air, heavy and final. This was so sudden. One minute $namee is here, still breathing, and the next $e_they's just... gone. $namel's fingers still against $l_their thigh, $l_their breath catching in $l_their throat. Maybe $l_they heard it wrong. $namee can't be gone just like that. That's not... Nobody had the time to prepare. You didn't have time to say goodbyes, surely there's a mistake. $l_They watches as your shoulders tense, waiting for... something. A cry, a scream, anything. But you remain eerily silent, and somehow that's worse. $namet shifts beside $namel, $t_their usual stoic demeanor cracking just slightly as $t_they looks at you. Even $t_they seems unsettled by your lack of reaction. "I know it's not easy to–" "Okay," you cut the doc off with a small, mechanical nod. "Thanks for telling me." $namel's watery eyes widen slightly as $l_they blinks rapidly. $l_They feels like $l_they's watching $l_themself when $l_they lost a precious woman who deserved better. You're too calm. Too hollow. "Ok...ay?" the doc echoes your words, blinking at you like you just said something strange. She clears her throat, her stoic mask coming back. "Alright. It's... It's no problem." $namel moves before $l_they realizes it and hurries to your side, rubbing your back. You don't seem to notice it. Of course this simple gesture won't help you get better. $namel doesn't care. $l_They'll help you as much as $l_they can, even if it means staying here for hours or being ignored during those hours. All $l_they needs you to know is that $l_they'll be here. Nobody was here when $l_they needed it. But $l_they won't let you go through the same experience. $l_They'll be here. <<button "END" "Intro2">><</button>>

$namel watches you intently, $l_their heart clenching at your silent struggle. You're trying so hard to hide it, but $l_they notices everything. The way your hands grip each other until your knuckles turn white, trying to hide their trembling. The uneven rise and fall of your chest as you fight to keep your breathing under control. The way you refuse to meet Emily's eyes, preferring to stare at the floor instead. You're so vulnerable right now, you can't hide all the emotions you're trying to bottle up. $l_Their jaw tightens when Emily repeats those words "I'm sorry. We couldn't save $e_them." $l_Their expression hardens when $l_they sees you struggling so hard to keep it together. $l_They wants to tell her to stop, to give you a moment to process the first blow before delivering another. $l_They's been there, knows how each "sorry" feels like a knife twisting deeper into an already bleeding wound. You don't need sorrys you need... $l_They doesn't even know what you need right now. To be left alone? To be comforted? To be hugged? To be reassured? Even if you needed all of that, $l_they's not sure if $l_they should. Coming from an old $l_man who's known as only a hopeless flirt, would it be really okay? A flash of pain crosses your features, and $namel catches the slight quiver of your bottom lip, the tears threatening to spill. But you're quick—too quick—to compose yourself, sniffing and blinking them away like they were never there. $l_Their chest aches at how hard you're trying to maintain this facade of strength. When you finally look up at Emily, giving her that simple nod, $namel lowers $l_their gaze. $l_They recognizes that nod, that desperate attempt to acknowledge without speaking, because speaking might crack the dam you've built around your emotions. $l_They's done it himself, years ago, when... $l_They shakes $l_their head, it's not about $l_them right now. $l_They approaches you without a word, $l_they doesn't touch you. The old $l_man is itching to comfort you, but $l_they knows better than anyone that sometimes, comfort is the last thing you want when your world is crumbling. $l_They'll help you as much as $l_they can, even if it means staying here for hours or being ignored during those hours. All $l_they needs you to know is that $l_they'll be here. Nobody was here when $l_they needed it. But $l_they won't let you go through the same experience. $l_They'll be here. <<button "END" "Intro2">><</button>>

$namel stands there, frozen, as $l_they watches this heart-wrenching scene unfold. Your silence speaks volumes. How devastated you must be right now, how hard it must be to even realize what's going on. $l_They notices how your hands desperately clutch each other, trying to ground yourself. The way your chest heaves with each unsteady breath makes $l_their own chest tighten in response. But what truly gets to $l_them is when you lift your head and smile. It's like a punch to $l_their gut. A smile. The kind that's held together by nothing but willpower and the desperate need to appear strong. $l_They never had the courage to do the same. Smiling and acting like you're okay when you're clearly not. $l_They wasn't strong enough to put on that mask. When you speak, your voice soft and controlled, $namel feels $l_their throat constrict. The polite exchange between you and Emily is almost surreal in its normalness, like you're discussing the weather instead of receiving news that just shattered your world. Even the doc's composure cracks for a moment, she seems thrown off by your collected response. The way her eyes widen tells $l_them she wasn't expecting this reaction either. $l_They wasn't expecting this either. Your final "Thank you, Emily" is what nearly breaks $l_them. The gentleness in your voice, the way you use her first name. It's too much. Too polite, too composed, too... everything. $l_Their fingers dig into $l_their palms, nails leaving crescents in $l_their skin. $l_They wants to tell you it's okay to break, that you don't have to be strong right now. You don't have to force yourself to smile. It's okay to cry even with people around. After what you've just been through, $namel would even shield the view if it means letting you let it all out instead of bottling up. But $l_they stays silent, because $l_they remembers how much $l_they hated those same words when they were said to $l_them. So instead $l_they approaches you but doesn't touch you or try to comfort you. $l_They stays silent. $l_They'll help you as much as $l_they can, even if it means staying here for hours or being ignored during those hours. All $l_they needs you to know is that $l_they'll be here. Nobody was here when $l_they needed it. But $l_they won't let you go through the same experience. $l_They'll be here. <<button "END" "Intro2">><</button>>

$namel stands there, frozen, as $l_they watches this heart-wrenching scene unfold. Your silence speaks volumes. How devastated you must be right now, how hard it must be to even realize what's going on. "I'm sorry," she murmurs softly. "We couldn't save $e_them." $namel observes you. No reactions at first. The laugh echoing in the waiting room gives $l_them chills just hearing it. $l_They was expecting everything but not this. $l_They double-checks you, seeing the mirthless smile, the way you narrow your eyes as if angry the doc could even joke about this. You're denying. You don't want to see the truth, and $namel doesn't know what to do with $l_themself. "This is really a bad joke, doc. Of course $e_they's not dead." $namel's throat constricts at your words. $l_They wants to reach out. To say something. Anything. But what could $l_they possibly say that wouldn't sound like a platitude? What words could possibly penetrate this wall you're building around yourself? "I'm sorry," the doc repeats, her body tensing, probably waiting for the storm. "We did our best, but I'm sorry it wasn't enough." $namel's own lips curl up in a mirthless smile. "Sorry", you don't need sorrys, you need... $l_They doesn't even know what you need right now. "Sorry?" you echo in disbelief and frustration, looking at her as if she's being dumb. "Stop apologizing, $e_they's not dead! What the fuck is wrong with you? Joking about this kind of stuff, this isn't funny." $namel takes a step forward, $l_their hand instinctively moving, wanting to touch your shoulder, to ground you. But $l_they stops $l_themself. Not yet. Not now. You don't need $l_them to comfort you and remind you that, yes, $namee is truly gone. You're in denial, everything $l_they will say or do will only anger you. So instead $l_they stays silent by your side. $l_They'll help you as much as $l_they can, even if it means staying here for hours or being ignored during those hours. All $l_they needs you to know is that $l_they'll be here. Nobody was here when $l_they needed it. But $l_they won't let you go through the same experience. $l_They'll be here. <<button "END" "Intro2">><</button>>

<b><i>13:15 On the way to Celestial Healing Center</i></b> Ekissa was mid-stroke with $j_their paintbrush when it happened. $j_They was <i>painting</i>. $j_They doesn't even know why $j_they's beating $j_themself up, it's not like $j_they could've predicted the future or been there in advance. There's nothing wrong with $j_them painting or being busy. Still, $j_they's drowning in guilt for not being there for you. You had to witness everything in the first grade, and what was $j_they doing? <i>Painting</i>. $namel was the one blowing up $j_their phone, practically begging Ekissa to rush to the hospital. Ekissa never really had a talk with the old $l_man, but from what $j_they knows, $namel isn’t the kind to sound so… anything other than pushy and “charming” as $namee often called the old $l_man to tease you. Ekissa had a hard time figuring out what the old $l_man wanted when $namel called. $namel was tripping over $l_their words, pausing mid-sentence like $l_they was lost in $l_their own head. Ekissa could barely piece together what the hell was going down. $j_They tried to stay calm, but $j_they was itching to snap at how difficult the old $l_man was being to understand. Was it so hard to simply say what the hell was going on? $j_They only needed to hear "$name" and "car accident" to hurry the fuck up and be on $j_their way. <<button "NEXT" "POVHE2">><</button>>

Slamming $j_their foot on the gas on $j_their way to the hospital, $j_they clenches $j_their jaw. “Fuck fuck FUCK!” $j_They slams $j_their hand against the steering wheel, barely containing $j_their anxiety, fear and panic. What makes $j_them even more sick is that $j_they's not even scared about how $namee is right now; no, $j_they's terrified at the idea of you dealing with this alone. $j_They's scared for you, about you. It’s not about liking or not liking $namee here, it’s about <i>you</i>. You’ll always be more important than anyone else. You’re $j_their best friend. $j_They made the promise to be there for you when things get tough, just like $j_they was when you still lived at your dad’s place. Didn’t you have enough shit in your life? Ekissa doesn’t get it. It’s as if you’re attracting problems despite yourself. $j_They tries again and again to get you out of all these messes, and every damn time in the end, it’s like it’s never enough. It’s like trying to save a drowning fish. A lot of people would’ve been exhausted, even drained, at helping you again and again. Just like those people you called friends, who left when they saw how draining your life was. Not Ekissa. You were the only one actually <i>getting</i> $j_them. When $j_they was anxious about $j_their music or paintings, you were there, supporting $j_them even when you had your own problems. You never belittled $j_their problems, thinking of them as a joke compared to yours. You could have. $j_They's always been rich, never lacking anything, always having what $j_they wants when $j_they wants. But it was never something you cared about. You and $j_they never needed superficial things to get along. You two never even had to really talk. One just had to look at the other to communicate without needing to say it out loud. Scratching $j_their neck with mounting frustration, $j_they pushes harder against the accelerator. $j_They has to get to you faster. The car speeds through the street at full throttle, running red lights and earning loud honks from other drivers along the way. Ekissa doesn’t care about them or about speeding fines or the ticket $j_they could receive at any moment from cops potentially hiding somewhere. Why would $j_they care about this right now? <<button "NEXT" "POVHE3">><</button>>

Finally at the hospital, $j_they parks $j_their car haphazardly, bolting out without even checking if $j_their vehicle is locked. $j_They runs inside the hospital, the smell of disinfectant and cleanliness invading $j_their nostrils. $j_They looks around with a worried frown, $j_their head whipping left and right… Is $j_they late? Are you already gone? Where are you? All these questions swirl in $j_their head, only heightening $j_their panic. Then $j_they sees you. $j_Their breath catches in $j_their throat. ---- *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[It's the first time in a long time you've cried like this. Crying so hard and uncontrollably. You thought you were strong, you thought wrong. You don't know if you can keep going without Elias.|POVHE4]]<<else>>[[It's the first time in a long time you've cried like this. Crying so hard and uncontrollably. You thought you were strong, you thought wrong. You don't know if you can keep going without Ellie.|POVHE4]]<</if>> *[[Something inside you dies, unable to even cry. Maybe it's shock, or maybe what you're feeling is too complex to even try to explain. You're empty.|POVHE5]] *[[You stay seated, clenching your jaw hard to keep your tears from spilling as you nod simply.|POVHE6]] *[[You force a smile in acknowledgement and tried to not just break down.|POVHE7]] *[[You laugh, not believing the doc. Refusing to accept it and angry to even think about this possibility. There's just no way the person the most important to you died just like that.|POVHE8]]

Ekissa feels like $j_their whole world is falling apart. You’re here, on the floor, pleading and sobbing in a way $j_they's never seen before. Even with your dad, you never cried as if you were the one dying. Maybe you are dying, or maybe you’re already dead. $j_They doesn’t need someone to tell $j_them what’s going on. The answer is right in front of $j_them. $j_Their eyes blink slowly, one after the other. Tears rise so quickly, and yet, Ekissa doesn’t even notice them. $j_Their breath becomes heavy; it’s like $j_they's the one experiencing this. $j_They'd rather be the one experiencing it, to be honest. Why is it always you? Why do you have to get hurt again and again? Why, when $j_they looks away and then glances back at you, are you falling once more? "Fuck– $name!” Ekissa calls out shakily as $j_they hurries to your side. Ekissa pushes past $namel and $namet. $j_They kneels, helping you up only to wrap $j_their arms around you, knees on the floor. $j_They grips you against $j_them, trying so hard to comfort you. $j_Their hand pushes the back of your head, urging your forehead to rest against $j_them. Your breaths are uneven, your cries uncontrollable. This makes $j_their heart race anxiously as $j_they pleads. "Hey, hey, breathe for me. C'mon, breathe for me." $j_Their free hand grasps the back of your pajamas, scared you’ll disappear if $j_they lets go. When $j_they hears you try to take deep breaths, $j_their eyes close slowly in a sliver of relief. You’re trying, and that’s enough for $j_them. The artist rocks you back and forth in $j_their arms, the warmth of $j_their body a fragile shield against the chaos around you. $j_They should’ve been here when it happened. "I'm here," $j_they whispers, $j_their voice steadier now, cutting through the haze of despair. "I'm here." $j_They should’ve been what $j_they's always been to you. Your steadfast best friend. But $j_they wasn’t here… $j_Their hand gently strokes the back of your head, fingers weaving through your hair as $j_they holds you close, trying to transfer $j_their strength to you. "$namee..." you manage to choke out between sobs, the name making Ekissa’s breath hitch, a painful reminder of everything that’s gone wrong. Ekissa squeezes you tighter, $j_their own voice thick with emotion. "I know, $name. I know. I'm so sorry..." You’re always carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, and each time… Each time, $j_they feels a bit more useless. <<button "NEXT" "POVHE9">><</button>>

Ekissa stops in $j_their tracks, watching you talk with the doctor. $j_They pauses as a frown forms between $j_their brows. $j_They knows every one of your expressions, <i>each one</i>. $j_They knows you like the back of $j_their hand, just as you know $j_them like the back of yours. Something is wrong. You’re too calm. No, not calm… you’re not even here. Not mentally at least. $j_They clenches $j_their fists, then slowly unclenches them. $namee died, didn’t $e_they? $j_They always accepted that $namee was more important to you than $j_they was. $j_They never had a problem with it, $j_they always supported you two. But now, the person who meant the most to you is gone. What’s left now? $j_Them? Ekissa could never compete with the love of your life. You were dealing with this shit, and where the fuck was Ekissa? $j_They shakes $j_their head, pushing those thoughts away. You need someone to ground you, not someone drowning in self-loathing. So $j_they starts to join you, steps steady. “$name...?” When you look over your shoulder, Ekissa holds your gaze. Not once does $j_they look away. $j_They tries to anchor you with just a look, showing you that if you fall, $j_they'll be there to lift you up. $j_They stops in front of you, whispering softly, “Hey there.” Carefully, $j_their hands take yours but you simply reply. "You came." $j_They swallows the lump in $j_their throat, squeezing your hands gently. Why wouldn’t $j_they? “Of course I came,” $j_they says, furrowing $j_their brows as $j_they gives your hands another gentle squeeze. “C'mon, you need to eat something.” “Right,” you murmur, the words hollow. Ekissa’s frown deepens with concern as $j_they studies your vacant expression. $j_They's known you for years, and $j_they's never seen you like this, completely devoid of emotion, like a shell of your former self. $j_They doesn’t like it. You’re a complete different person. You’re not even a person anymore. You’re… you’re not <i>you</i>, the person $j_they knows. $j_They swallows hard, hands tightening ever so slightly as if afraid you might disappear. Ekissa can hear $j_their own voice trembling. "Don't gimme that shit, $name." $j_Their words don't hold any heat. Of course not. This is a plea for you to snap out of this state of numbness. Ekissa has always been the blunt, no-nonsense type, but in this moment, $j_they's nothing but scared. $j_They wants $j_their best friend back. Or at least to see something, <i>anything</i> on your vacant expression. “$name,” $j_they tries again, but you don’t listen. $j_They can see that you don’t hear a single word. Ekissa clenches $j_their jaw to force $j_their lips to stop trembling. $j_They's <b><i>not</i></b> going to show any weakness right now, not when you’re hurting. You’re always carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, and each time… Each time, $j_they feels a bit more useless. <<button "NEXT" "POVHE9">><</button>>

Ekissa stops on $j_their track, watching you talk with the doc. $j_They pauses, a frown forming between $j_their brows. $j_They knows every one of your expressions, <i>each one</i>. $j_They knows you like the back of $j_their hand just as you know $j_them like the back of yours. And right now, something is wrong. That doctor is saying something $j_they can’t hear but $j_they sees the way your whole body shuts off like a switch, erecting a wall around you—a wall that’s starting to rise too high for Ekissa to reach. $j_They's never seen you like this. $j_They's never seen you trying so hard not to fall apart. Your entire body betrays your efforts to hide everything behind a blank, unreadable face. You could never hide anything from Ekissa… at least, that’s what $j_they tries to convince $j_themself. Your gaze staying on the floor, and $j_they purses $j_their lips, feeling the weight of your silence. "I'm sorry," the doc murmurs softly. "We couldn't save $e_them." Ekissa stands there, a few feet away from you. $j_They's far and yet, $j_they feels like $j_they can see everything on your expression right now. Your bottom lip trembles and a tear threatens to fall but you're fast to sniff and blink it away. Making it disappear. But Ekissa saw it, the doc, $namel, $namet and everyone in this fucking waiting room saw it. $j_They wants to snap at those strangers looking like it’s some kind of movie and tell them all to fuck off. But you're more important right now, so Ekissa approaches carefully, forcing $j_themself to walk slowly despite the panic growing in $j_their chest. $j_Their heart feels heavy seeing you like this. Vulnerable. Broken. "$name...?" $j_they keeps $j_their voice soft, gentle. You look over your shoulder at $j_them, and $j_their breath catches. The light in your eyes is gone, making $j_their chest ache. You turn around as $j_they stops in front of you, whispering a quiet "Hey there." The reality of the situation hits $j_them but not as hard as $j_they knows it does for you. $j_They watches as you struggle to keep yourself together, and it's killing $j_them. With careful movements, $j_they takes your hands in $j_theirs. Your skin feels cold against $j_their warm palms. Your simple reply makes $j_their heart clench. "You came." "Of course I came," $j_they furrows $j_their brows, squeezing your hands gently. Worry eats at $j_them seeing you like this, but $j_they doesn’t want to show it. "C'mon, you need to eat somethin'." You shake your head, your voice so quiet $j_they has to strain to hear it. "I'm not hungry." $j_Their frown deepens, concern washing over $j_them in waves. "$name, you have to take care of yourself. $namee wouldn't want you to–" "Don't," you cut $j_them off, taking a shaky breath that makes $j_their own chest tighten. "Just don't." Ekissa's grip on your hands tightens instinctively, feeling $j_their own eyes burn with unshed tears. Without hesitation, $j_they pulls you into a tight hug, trying to shield you from everything. "Alright..." You’re always carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders and each time… Each time, $j_they feels a bit more useless. <<button "NEXT" "POVHE9">><</button>>

Ekissa stops on $j_their track, seeing you talk with the doc. $j_They pauses, a frown forming between $j_their brows. $j_They knows every one of your expressions, <i>each one</i>. $j_They knows you like the back of $j_their hand just as you know $j_them like the back of yours. And right now, something is wrong. That doctor is saying something $j_they can't quite catch, but $j_they sees how your entire body trembles, yet you're barely reacting. You seem... disconnected. Like you're not even present in this moment. $j_They's never seen you like this before. $j_They's never seen you struggling so hard to hold yourself together. Your body betrays your desperate attempt to mask your emotions, your pain. You could never hide anything from Ekissa… at least that’s what $j_they tries to convince $j_themself. What the doc says makes $j_them purse $j_their lips. "I'm sorry," she murmurs softly. "We couldn't save $e_them." $j_They watches your bottom lip quiver, catches your stifled sniffles as you blink back tears. $j_They freezes when you meet the doctor's gaze. You smile. That smile sends chills down $j_their spine. Unnatural. Wrong. Deeply uncomfortable. "I see," you murmur with a nod, your smile unwavering. "Thanks for telling me, Doctor..." "Vastherki," the doc breathes out as she takes a deep breath, her expression turning back to its stoic mask. "Emily Vastherki. And..." she clears her throat. "...no problem. My condolences." You nod again, replying softly. "Thank you, Emily." <i>Thank–</i> Ekissa frowns. How broken do you have to be to <i>thank</i> the doc? How much pain are you really in for going all nice when something heavy and shitty happened? How much pain are you feeling right now for putting on a mask like this? $j_They doesn't dwell on the thought as $j_they approaches you "$name...?" You look over your shoulder at $j_them, and $j_their breath catches. The light in your eyes is gone, making $j_their chest ache. You turn around as $j_they stops in front of you, whispering a quiet "Hey there." $j_Their breath hitches when your smile wavers, your voice shaking. "Hey... You came." "Of course I came," $j_they tries to smile. It’s hard, but you need someone grounding you. $j_Their hands carefully wrap around you as $j_they presses $j_their hand against the back of your head. "I'm here now." $j_They closes $j_their eyes, tightening $j_their arms around you. Hearing your shaky sigh doesn’t help $j_their anxiety. You need to break down, to let it out. But you don’t look like you’ll do it anytime soon. You’re trying your best not to fall apart in $j_their arms. You're holding back, and that's worse. It’s in these moments where $j_they feels like shit. "I'm here for you." You’re always carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders and each time… Each time, $j_they feels a bit more useless. <<button "NEXT" "POVHE9">><</button>>

$j_Their steps falter, breath catching in $j_their throat. You're standing there, facing a doctor, and something in your posture makes $j_their blood run cold. $j_They knows every little detail about you, every slight change in your expression, every subtle shift in your demeanor. But this? This is something $j_they's never seen before. $j_They saw you angry, $j_they saw you cry, $j_they saw a <i>lot</i> of emotions from you in the past years. $j_They never saw you breaking. You laugh, and the sound makes $j_their chest ache. It's wrong, hollow, desperate, broken. $j_They watches as you deny the doctor's words, your body language screaming what you refuse to accept. Ekissa doesn’t need to ask to know what the doc said. The answer is right in front of $j_them. $j_Their feet move forward on their own accord. "$name...?" $j_their voice comes out softer than intended, worry coating every syllable. You turn to $j_them, and fuck, $j_they's never seen you look so lost. "Hey there," you whisper, and it takes everything in $j_them not to crack this usual steadiness $j_they wants to keep for you. "Tell her to stop lying to me," your voice cracks, and Ekissa feels $j_their heart shatter. "Tell her $namee is alive." $j_They can't. God, $j_they wishes $j_they could, but $j_they can't. Instead, $j_they does the only thing $j_they can, $j_they wraps $j_their arms around you, one hand cradling the back of your head. Your breath hitches, and $j_they feels you shake your head against $j_their chest. "Tell her! Ekissa–" your pleading tears through $j_them like a knife. "C'mon tell her!" $j_They holds you tighter, feeling you tremble. $j_They can't find the words—what words could possibly help right now? No words would help you right now. So $j_they stays silent, being the anchor you need as your world crumbles. "TELL HER!" your broken screams echo through the waiting room, and Ekissa feels $j_their own eyes burn with tears. $j_They doesn't let go. $j_They won't let go. Not when you need $j_them most. Not when you're breaking apart in $j_their arms. $j_They'll hold you together, piece by piece, for as long as you need. You’re always carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders and each time… Each time, $j_they feels a bit more useless. <<button "NEXT" "POVHE9">><</button>>

How can $j_they help you this time? Losing $namee, it’s like the final blow waiting for you to finally fall apart and leave for good. Leave all of this, leave this shitty life, leave <i>$j_them</i>. $j_They doesn’t want that. $j_They's being selfish, $j_they knows that. But $j_they doesn’t want to lose you. Everything but this. You’re the only one making $j_their boring life lighter, chasing away the loneliness, illuminating $j_their dreams and making everything $j_they's ever wanted feel possible just by standing beside $j_them. $j_They won’t survive if you leave $j_them. <<button "NEXT" "POVHE10">><</button>>

$j_They doesn’t want to survive without you in this boring world. <<button "END" "Intro2">><</button>>

<b><i>12:50 Somewhere in Willowgreen - Studio</i></b> Athiel works $a_their magic for the camera, each movement calculated yet fluid. A tilt of $a_their chin here, a shift of $a_their arms there, every angle highlighting those striking ocean blue eyes of $a_theirs. Athiel does what $a_they does best. $a_They's in $a_their element here. Each pose flows effortlessly as $a_they throws casual winks that have the staff blushing and fumbling. $a_They knows exactly how to work both the lens and $a_their audience, a perfect performance without breaking a sweat. "You're killing it!" the photographer calls out, rapid-firing shots. Athiel can't help the smug smile from spreading on $a_their lips, confidence radiating from $a_their body. $a_They knows $a_they's doing a good job, really, no need to say it. $a_They doesn't need validation from the photographer. $a_They's done this for a while now, earning money at only 19 thanks to $a_their good-looks and angelic face. The photoshoot ends before it even truly begins. "Athiel! Your phone–" The model narrows $a_their eyes at the staff member who's raising $a_their phone, clicking $a_their tongue in annoyance. "Didn't I specifically say not to go through my stuff? Who even hired this guy? What was it... Moïa, right?" "Moïara," the man corrects Athiel with an awkward smile. The photographer and lighting crew exchange knowing looks, earning another sharp look from Athiel. Seems like this man has a habit of sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. "Mo," one of them says, frowning. "We talked about this." "I was just... curious," Moïara mumbles before quickly adding, "But that's not the point! Your mother– she's been calling non-stop." Athiel dismisses it with a wave. "I'll deal with it later. Put the phone back where you found it." "But... she sent a message saying it was urgent," the man protests weakly. "Great," Athiel scoffs, fixing $a_their hair impatiently. "You're reading my texts now too?" <<button "NEXT" "POVHA2">><</button>>

Athiel clicks $a_their tongue again, but something about the way Moïara keeps fidgeting makes $a_them snatch the phone. $a_Their mother rarely calls, let alone repeatedly. She's more the 'surprise visit at your apartment' kind of woman, preferring face-to-face ambushes over phone conversations. With an irritated sigh, $a_they strides over and snatches the phone. It barely completes one ring before Juliet's voice cuts through, breathless and shaky. "Athiel! Finally! Where were you?" "Working," $a_they answers curtly, already walking toward $a_their changing room. "What do you want?" "It's– It's $namee," $a_their mother's voice cracks, making Athiel's steps falter. "$e_They– There was an accident. A car accident. You need to come to Celestial Healing Center now." The phone nearly slips from Athiel's grip, $a_their usual arrogant demeanor cracking. "What do you mean an accident?" "Please, just... just come quickly. $e_They's–" Juliet chokes on a sob. "The doctors, they're... Please hurry." "Mom?" Something cold settles in Athiel's stomach at the raw fear in her voice. "How bad is it?" "Bad," she whispers, and $a_they can hear $a_their father's voice in the background, urgent and strained as she continues. "It's bad, Athiel. $namee's dying... $e_They's... Please hurry. They're trying to... They're— I... Athiel, please... They're trying to wake $namee up but... $e_They's not... $e_They's not opening $e_their eyes..." a sob. "My baby... please open your eyes for me... It's mommy... please... <i>please</i>..." Athiel's already grabbing $a_their stuff, not bothering to change out of $a_their photoshoot clothes. "I'm on my way." As $a_they rushes out, $a_they barely registers the concerned looks from the staff or Moïara's attempts to help. $a_Their mind's stuck on loop. $namee, accident, bad, hurry. <<button "NEXT" "POVHA3">><</button>>

The drive to the hospital is a blur. Athiel's hands shake on the steering wheel, $a_their knuckles white from gripping too hard. $a_Their mind keeps wandering to their last interaction. Another argument, another cold shoulder, another "I don't care what you do" thrown at $namee's face. But $a_they does care. $a_They's always cared. Even when $a_they doesn't want to, even if $a_they resents $a_their $e_brother with all $a_their being. "Fuck," Athiel mutters, hitting the steering wheel. A car honks at $a_them for cutting them off, but $a_they barely notices. It's always been like this. Pushing $namee away, acting like $a_their perfect older $e_brother's existence is nothing but an annoyance. Making sure everyone knows how much $a_they "hates" having a $e_brother who overshadows $a_them. Athiel just didn't accept the <i>why</i> $a_they's acting like an asshole to $namee. $a_They didn't swallow the pill yet. It's been years but for Athiel, it feels like it was just yesterday. $a_They'll probably never swallow the pill. It's dumb, really. And yet, that day $namee broke Athiel's trust. It was low, so unlike the golden <<if $genderroe == "woman">>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> image $namee always wore like a second skin. It was so low, Athiel couldn't even look at $a_their $e_brother for days, <i>weeks</i> even. The thing that hurts Athiel more is that every single word $namee said was true. All of them. Every. Single. One. $a_They wants to hate $namee. Wants it so badly $a_they can taste it. Yet here $a_they is, breaking every traffic law possible to get to the hospital faster. The image of $namee's hurt expression from their last fight flashes in $a_their mind. <<button "NEXT" "POVHA4">><</button>>

<i>"You don't mean that," $namee murmurs softly, always so understanding, always trying to bridge the gap Athiel kept widening. "I know you don't mean that, little $a_brother." "Don't call me that," Athiel snaps, fists clenched at $a_their sides. "You lost the right when you betrayed me." "I didn't–" "Then how do you call it?!" Athiel snipes through gritted teeth, glaring at $a_their $e_brother. $a_They smiles mockingly, shaking $a_their head. "Just– just leave me alone. I can't even stand looking at your face right now." </i> ---- *[["What the fuck is going on here," you hiss, joining your lover with a worried frown.|POVHA5]] *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Babe," is all you say urgently as you hurry by Elias's side, cupping his cheek and wiping the tears with your thumb.|POVHA6]]<<else>>[["Babe," is all you say urgently as you hurry by Ellie's side, cupping her cheek and wiping the tears with your thumb.|POVHA6]]<</if>> *<<if $genderroe == "woman">>[[You scowl at Athiel, standing between them as you say through gritted teeth. "You got a problem with her?"|POVHA7]]<<else>>[[You scowl at Athiel, standing between them as you say through gritted teeth. "You got a problem with him?"|POVHA7]]<</if>> *<<if $genderroe == "woman">>[[You narrow your eyes, but don't say anything, too focused on your girlfriend to try and make her smile. "Hey there, who said you had the right to cry?"|POVHA8]]<<else>>[[You narrow your eyes, but don't say anything, too focused on your boyfriend to try and make him smile. "Hey there, who said you had the right to cry?"|POVHA8]]<</if>> *[["Please, Athiel leave," you try to stay kind to Athiel, word coming out as a warning despite yourself before you join your lover.|POVHA9]]

<i>Athiel's jaw clenches, $a_their ice-cold stare landing on you with such intensity it could freeze hell over. Something flickers in $a_their ocean blue eyes—something dangerous, raw. You have no idea how much $a_they fucking hates you at this exact moment. No idea how much $a_they despises seeing another person taking $namee's side. $a_They schools $a_their features into that signature arrogant mask of $a_theirs. "None of your business," $a_they drawls, lips curling into a sneer as $a_they looks you up and down. "Don't you have better things to do than playing hero for my $e_brother? You're what? $e_Their guard dog?" "Athiel," $namee warns quietly, but there's a crack in $e_their voice that makes your heart clench. "$m_They $m_have nothing to do with it." "What?" Athiel's laugh is hollow, bitter. "Am I wrong? Look at $m_them, rushing to your rescue like you're some damsel in distress." $a_Their eyes narrow. "Always the victim, aren't you, <b>big bro</b>?" "Mind your words," you glower at Athiel. "Or what?" $a_they challenges with a scoff. "Don't talk when you don't even know what's going on." You can feel $namee tense beside you, can practically taste the hurt radiating off $a_them in waves. It makes your blood boil, seeing the usually playful man reduced to this quiet, withdrawn, <b>small</b> version of $a_themself. $namee shifts beside you, one hand coming up to wipe at $e_their face. "Athiel–" "Save it," Athiel cuts $e_them off, already turning away. $a_They pauses, just for a moment, $a_their shoulders tense. "You know what? Keep playing the victim. It's what you do best anyway."</i> <<button "NEXT" "POVHA10">><</button>>

<i>Athiel's expression hardens, of course you'd step up for your dear $e_boyfriend. $namee leans into your touch, $e_their blue agate eyes glistening with unshed tears. Your heart clenches at the sight, $e_they's usually so bright, so warm. "How sweet," Athiel drawls, but there's something strained in $a_their voice. Something that makes you glance at $a_them, catching the way $a_their hands shake before $a_they shoves them in $a_their pockets. "Here comes the knight in shining armor." You feel $namee tense under your palm, but before either of you can say anything, Athiel's already turning away. "Whatever. I'm out. I'm always the fucking bad guy anyway." "Athiel—" $namee calls out, taking a step forward. "Don't," $e_their $a_brother cuts $e_them off sharply, not even looking back. "Keep playing the victim, it's what you do best." You watch as Athiel storms off before $a_they disappears around the corner. When you turn back to $namee, $e_their shoulders have slumped, defeat written all over $e_their features. "Hey," you murmur softly, bringing both hands to cup $e_their face. "Talk to me?" Athiel can hear $a_their $e_brother starting to cry in your arms but $a_they keeps walking, keeps hating.</i> <<button "NEXT" "POVHA10">><</button>>

<i>Athiel's ocean blue eyes snap to you, a bitter smirk tugging at $a_their lips. It's always like, always $a_them against the world. Always $a_them being portrayed as the bad guy. Always $a_them left out. "Oh, look who's trying to play hero." $a_Their gaze flicks to $namee behind you. "Got your little pet to fight your battles now?" "Don't," $namee warns quietly, but there's an edge to $e_their voice you rarely hear. "Or what?" Athiel challenges $a_their $e_brother, taking a step closer. $a_They sneers at you, using $a_their tall height to try and intimidate. "What are you gonna do about it? Tell mom and dad like you always do?" You stand your ground, refusing to back down. "Back.Off." Something dark flashes across Athiel's face. "Or fucking what?" $a_they repeats, but this time it's directed at you. "You don't know anything about us, about $e_them." $a_Their laugh is hollow. "Perfect $namee Winter. Everyone's favorite. Can't do anything wrong, can $e_they?" "Athiel, stop," $namee pleads, and you can hear the pain in $e_their voice. "Please." "Don't," $e_their $a_brother cuts $e_them off sharply, not even looking back as $a_they leaves. "Just... don't." You watch as Athiel storms off before $a_they disappears around the corner. When you turn back to $namee, $e_their shoulders have slumped, defeat written all over $e_their features.</i> <<button "NEXT" "POVHA10">><</button>>

<i>The teasing in your voice makes $namee's lips twitch slightly, even as another tear rolls down $e_their cheek. You catch it with your thumb, maintaining eye contact with those beautiful blue agate eyes of $e_theirs. "Really?" Athiel scoffs from behind you. "That's your way of helping?" You ignore $a_them completely, focused only on the way $namee is trying to compose $e_themself. Your $e_boyfriend's always been terrible at hiding $e_their emotions, especially from you. "I just—" $namee starts, $e_their voice rough. "Nuh-huh," you cut $e_them off playfully, squishing $e_their cheeks between your palms. "No sad talk allowed. It's forbidden. I made a law." A wet chuckle escapes $e_them. "You made a law?" "Mhm," you nod seriously, even as your eyes sparkle with mischief. "It's very official. Signed and everything." Behind you, Athiel stays silent as $a_they huffs a mirthless laugh. "It's always like this." But there's something off about $a_their tone, something that almost sounds like hurt beneath all that venom. You don't turn to look though, keeping your attention on the way $namee's shoulders are gradually relaxing. "Come on," you whisper, brushing your thumb across $e_their bottom lip. "Where's that smile I love so much?"</i> <<button "NEXT" "POVHA10">><</button>>

<i>"Or what?" Athiel glares, but this time it's directed at you. "You don't know anything about us, about $e_them." $a_Their laugh is hollow. "Perfect $namee Winter. Everyone's favorite. Can't do anything wrong, can $e_they?" "Athiel, stop," $namee pleads, and you can hear the pain in $e_their voice. "Please." "Athiel," you repeat, forcing your tone to stay soft, though it takes on a subtly dangerous edge as you wipe your $e_boyfriend's tears with your thumb. "Leave." You don't see it, don't notice anything, but Athiel clenches $a_their jaw, staring at your back. $a_Their glare could burn holes in your head as $a_they shakes $a_their head. "It's always like this." But there's something off about $a_their tone, something that almost sounds like hurt beneath all that venom. You don't turn to look though, keeping your attention on the way $namee's shoulders are gradually relaxing. Athiel shakes $a_their head, storming off, $a_their fists clenched tight, $a_their blunt nails digging into $a_their skin, knuckles white. "Come on," you whisper, brushing your thumb across your lover's bottom lip. "Where's that smile I love so much?"</i> <<button "NEXT" "POVHA10">><</button>>

Athiel chases away the memories with a firm shake of $a_their head. $a_They had let $a_their $e_brother cry and sent multiple messages in $a_their voicemail without answering any of them that day. And now... Now the guilt starts to grow inside $a_them. "You better be okay," Athiel whispers, $a_their voice rough with emotions $a_they usually pretends don't exist. "You hear me? You better be okay so I can tell you what an idiot you are for getting into an accident." But the tremor in $a_their voice betrays the fear $a_they's trying so hard to mask with anger. $a_They doesn't even know why $a_they's talking to $a_themself in $a_their car. $a_They's going crazy. The traffic drives $a_them crazy. The honking of cars, as if honking will make the vehicles ahead go faster, drives $a_them crazy. <<button "NEXT" "POVHA11">><</button>>

Finally at the hospital parking lot, Athiel doesn't leave $a_their car at first. $a_Their gaze staring ahead and $a_their hands still gripping the steering wheel. $a_They could leave. Yeah, $a_they could leave and run away from this whole situation. $a_They should do just that, drive away or maybe even leave the country. $a_Their heart squeezes so painfully hard. $a_They's breathing, but it's a struggle to do so. $a_They's <i>scared</i>. Terrified at the thought of losing $a_their $e_brother. They were so close before, what changed? What made $a_their $e_brother so... so fucking insensitive? What made $a_themself so bitter? $a_They hates it all. $a_Their hands cover $a_their face, a shaky breath escapes $a_their nose. $a_They swallows. Then swallows again, but nothing changes. $a_They still feels like $a_they's gonna cry. Straightening $a_their spine when $a_they hears a car door closing next to $a_their own vehicle, $a_they blinks rapidly, hurrying to open the door and slamming it close to walk to the entrance. The automatic doors slide open, welcoming $a_them into the sterile environment of the hospital. The familiar antiseptic scent hits $a_their nose, making $a_them scrunch it slightly. God, $a_they hates hospitals. But then again, Athiel doesn't like many things. $a_Their boots click against the polished floor as $a_they makes $a_their way to the front desk, each step feeling heavier than the last. The receptionist looks up at $a_them with that practiced sympathetic smile they probably teach in medical school. Athiel wants to wipe this smile and make it disappear, $a_they doesn't need sympathy. "I'm here to see $namee Winter," $a_their voice comes out steadier than $a_they expects, considering how $a_their insides are twisting. While the receptionist types away at their computer, Athiel's fingers drum restlessly against the counter. $a_They wants to snap at the man to hurry up. To simply lash out at someone. $a_Their ocean blue eyes dart around the waiting area, taking in the harsh fluorescent lights, the uncomfortable-looking chairs, the outdated magazines scattered on side tables. Anything to avoid thinking about why $a_they's actually here. "Room 407, fourth floor," the receptionist informs $a_them. "The elevator is—" "I know where it is," $a_they cuts them off with a click of $a_their tongue, perhaps a bit too sharply. But $a_they can't bring $a_themself to care about politeness right now. Not when $a_their $e_brother is lying in a hospital bed somewhere above $a_them, dying. In the elevator, $a_they catches $a_their reflection in the mirrored walls. $a_Their blond hair is slightly disheveled, probably from running $a_their hands through it too many times. $a_They tries to fix the strands, $a_they can't. The slight tremor in $a_their hands forces $a_them to stop and hide by shoving them into $a_their pockets. The elevator dings at the fourth floor, and Athiel steps out, $a_their heart thundering in $a_their chest. Each room number $a_they passes brings $a_them closer to 407, closer to facing whatever awaits $a_them behind that door. Closer to facing $a_their $e_brother. $a_They turns a corner— <<button "NEXT" "POVHA12">><</button>>

The model immediately jerks backward when $a_they notices $name and two other people $a_they doesn't recognize. $a_They saw that old $l_man somewhere, $a_they doesn't remember where, though. Someone that must be close to $namee or $name to be here. Athiel's back stay pressed against the wall, frowning slightly when $a_they hears a feminine voice. And then $a_they hears it. "I'm sorry... We couldn't save $e_them." Athiel stays against the wall, watching ahead distantly. It takes a long moment to register the doc's words. And some more for Athiel to just breathe. The air in $a_their lungs feels like too much and yet not enough. The world around $a_them looks blurry, but there aren't even tears in $a_their eyes. Couldn't save $a_them? She's not talking about $a_their $e_brother, right? ---- *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[It's the first time in a long time you've cried like this. Crying so hard and uncontrollably. You thought you were strong, you thought wrong. You don't know if you can keep going without Elias.|POVHA13]]<<else>>[[It's the first time in a long time you've cried like this. Crying so hard and uncontrollably. You thought you were strong, you thought wrong. You don't know if you can keep going without Ellie.|POVHA13]]<</if>> *[[Something inside you dies, unable to even cry. Maybe it's shock, or maybe what you're feeling is too complex to even try to explain. You're empty.|POVHA14]] *[[You stay seated, clenching your jaw hard to keep your tears from spilling as you nod simply. |POVHA14]] *[[You force a smile in acknowledgement and try to not just break down.|POVHA14]] *[[You laugh, not believing the doc. Refusing to accept it and angry to even think about this possibility. There's just no way the person the most important to you died just like that.|POVHA15]]

Your broken cries echo in the air, Athiel's chest tightening more and more. $a_They hears it, but it's like $a_they's on another planet entirely. You cry and cry and cry. And here $a_they stays, hiding, hating and hating and hating. $a_They doesn't even know who $a_they's hating at this point. $a_They just keeps hating to keep $a_their composure. But hearing your whimpers makes $a_them falter. $a_They has to clench $a_their fist. Clenching it hard until the pain is the only thing $a_they can think of. What now? What happens now? What the fuck is $a_they supposed to do now? $a_They did so many things, hated $a_their $e_brother and brought $e_them to tears so many times just to make $e_them feel just like $e_they made Athiel feel. The model frowns at the floor, clenching $a_their fist harder. But no matter how hard $a_they clenches, the pain of loss in $a_their heart keeps spreading, trying to make $a_them lose it. To break $a_them down. $a_They doesn't want that. So $a_they keeps trying by clenching harder, blunt nails digging deeper. Who is $a_they supposed to hate now? $a_Their head tilts back, pressing against the wall behind $a_them just as Ekissa walks past $a_them, not even noticing Athiel. Too focused on $j_their best friend. Athiel is used to it. Being transparent. People are always around $a_them, but $a_they always feels like none of them see $a_them. If only $a_they could have that too. A person caring about $a_them enough to try to lift the weight of the world on $a_their shoulders in $a_their place. Someone caring enough to make $a_them feel special for once in $a_their life. <<button "NEXT" "POVHA16">><</button>>

$a_They doesn't hear anything from you, and to be honest, $a_they's too lost in $a_their thoughts to hear anything except $a_their loud brain. It's too loud. Too overwhelming. $a_They clenches $a_their fists, continuing to look ahead. The memories start to come in brief flashes: of $a_them and $namee close, playing, laughing. $a_They clenches harder until the pain quiets $a_their torrent of thoughts, and pain becomes the only thing $a_they can think of. What now? What happens now? What the fuck is $a_they supposed to do now? $a_They did so many things, hated $a_their $e_brother and brought $e_them to tears so many times just to make $e_them feel just like $e_they made Athiel feel. The model frowns at the floor, clenching $a_their fist harder. But no matter how hard $a_they clenches, the pain of loss in $a_their heart keeps spreading, trying to make $a_them lose it. To break $a_them down. $a_They doesn't want that. So $a_they keeps trying by clenching harder, blunt nails digging deeper. Who is $a_they supposed to hate now? $a_Their head tilts back, pressing against the wall behind $a_them just as Ekissa walks past $a_them, not even noticing Athiel. Too focused on $j_their best friend. Athiel is used to it. Being transparent. People are always around $a_them, but $a_they always feels like none of them see $a_them. If only $a_they could have that too. A person caring about $a_them enough to try to lift the weight of the world on $a_their shoulders in $a_their place. Someone caring enough to make $a_them feel special for once in $a_their life. <<button "NEXT" "POVHA16">><</button>>

$a_They hears your laugh ringing hollow in the air. $a_They hears your angry protest. $a_They wishes $a_they could do the same, but $a_they doesn't want to react. $a_They doesn't want to accept anything. $a_They stays hiding, hating and hating and hating. Because it's easier. If $a_they hates, there won't be any place for anything else. But $a_they doesn't even know who $a_they's hating at this point. $a_They just keeps hating to keep $a_their composure. It's not enough this time. So $a_they clenches $a_their fist. Clenching it hard until the pain is the only thing $a_they can think of. If not hatred, then pain will have to do. What now? What happens now? What the fuck is $a_they supposed to do now? $a_They did so many things, hated $a_their $e_brother and brought $e_them to tears so many times just to make $e_them feel just like $e_they made Athiel feel. The model frowns at the floor, clenching $a_their fist harder. But no matter how hard $a_they clenches, the pain of loss in $a_their heart keeps spreading, trying to make $a_them lose it. To break $a_them down. $a_They doesn't want that. So $a_they keeps trying by clenching harder, blunt nails digging deeper. Who is $a_they supposed to hate now? $a_Their head tilts back, pressing against the wall behind $a_them just as Ekissa walks past $a_them, not even noticing Athiel. Too focused on $j_their best friend. Athiel is used to it. Being transparent. People are always around $a_them, but $a_they always feels like none of them see $a_them. If only $a_they could have that too. A person caring about $a_them enough to try to lift the weight of the world on $a_their shoulders in $a_their place. Someone caring enough to make $a_them feel special for once in $a_their life. <<button "NEXT" "POVHA16">><</button>>

Athiel shakes $a_their head, better not think too deeply about it. It's been ages since $a_they gave up on having that. Straightening $a_their spine, $a_they starts to walk to $namee's room. Opening the door and closing it behind $a_them, $a_they doesn't have time to say anything before $a_their mother hurries to take her <<if $genderroa == "woman">>daughter<<else>>son<</if>> in her arms, sobbing against the model's chest. "Athiel... Athiel..." Athiel's own lips tremble as $a_they looks up to stare at the ceiling. No tears. Nothing. $a_They just stares at the lights on the ceiling, getting lost in the brightness. Blinding $a_themself by it. $a_Their mother giving $a_them more attention than she ever did in all these past years, it's new. $a_They hates it, hates the way $a_they seems to lean into her touch as if being seven again. A little kid craving love. She did love Athiel. Just not as much as $namee. It's always $namee. Always the favorite. Athiel keeps staring at the ceiling. <<button "NEXT" "POVHA17">><</button>>

How ironic. <<button "NEXT" "POVHA18">><</button>>

Always hating everyone when the only person $a_they hates the most is $a_themself. <<button "END" "Intro2">><</button>>

<b>06:08 Macara Residence - Home</b> The sun was barely up when $namee woke up in the warm bed next to $name. Yawning and stretching $e_their arms above $e_their head with sleepy eyes, $e_they turns $e_their head to look at you, a smile already spreading on $e_their lips. $e_Their fingers caress your features as $e_they whispers. "Babe...?" $namee shifts closer, $e_their face finding the crook of your neck as $e_they nuzzles there. A part of $e_them wants to let you sleep, but the other part doesn't want to leave the house without at least telling you. Phones exist, yes, but it's not the same. $e_They doesn't want you to wake up without $e_them next to you; $e_they doesn't want you to worry. "Baby," $e_they repeats in a murmur, placing a kiss against your shoulder. When $e_they feels you stir, $e_they leans up to catch your barely opened eyes. $e_They cups your cheek, thumb stroking gently as your eyes close again. ---- *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Mmh....." you hum plaintively, leaning against his touch.|POVCAREl2]]<<else>>[["Mmh....." you hum plaintively, leaning against her touch.|POVCAREl2]]<</if>> *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["I'm awake..." you mumble, finding enough strength to cover his hand with yours.|POVCAREl3]]<<else>>[["I'm awake..." you mumble, finding enough strength to cover her hand with yours.|POVCAREl3]]<</if>> *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[You don't say anything, only wrapping your arms around him.|POVCAREl4]]<<else>>[[You don't say anything, only wrapping your arms around her.|POVCAREl4]]<</if>> *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[Your lips stretch in a sleepy smile as you cup his own cheek. "Yup, that's me."|POVCAREl5]]<<else>>[[Your lips stretch in a sleepy smile as you cup her own cheek. "Yup, that's me."|POVCAREl5]]<</if>> *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["What is it...?" you ask, pressing a kiss against his palm.|POVCAREl6]]<<else>>[["What is it...?" you ask, pressing a kiss against her palm.|POVCAREl6]]<</if>>

"I can see you're still sleepy," $e_they teases softly, placing another kiss on your shoulder. "But I need to tell you something before you go back to sleep." "Mmhh..." you protest weakly, not wanting $e_them to move away. $e_Their thumb continues its gentle strokes on your cheek as $e_they speaks. "I'm heading to Charlie's place this morning." "Mmhh... now?" your voice is barely above a whisper, still heavy with sleep. "Yeah," $e_they nods against your skin, $e_their voice tender. "I'll be back before you know it." You make another plaintive sound, this time gripping $e_their shirt. "Stay..." $e_Their soft laugh fills the quiet room. "As tempting as that sounds—and trust me, it's very tempting—I promised him I would visit soon, and it's been a week." "Mmh... five more minutes?" you bargain sleepily, snuggling closer. "You're making this really hard, you know that?" $e_they whispers, pressing $e_their forehead against yours. "How about I bring back breakfast from that café near his place?" "Mmhh... 'kay..." you finally concede, letting out a content sigh. "But lots of pastries..." "Anything for you, sleeping beauty," $e_they chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Go back to sleep, I'll text you when I get there." "Mmhh... love you..." <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl7">><</button>>

"Hey there, sleepyhead," $namee chuckles softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Sorry to wake you up so early." Your eyes flutter open again, catching the tender look in $e_their blue agate eyes. "What time is it...?" "Six," $e_they whispers, thumb still caressing your cheek. "I gotta head out to Charlie's place in a bit." "Mhm... now?" you ask, voice still rough with sleep as you intertwine your fingers with $e_theirs. $namee lets out another quiet laugh. "Yeah, now." $e_They presses another kiss, this time on your nose. "Go back to sleep, babe. I'll bring back breakfast on my way home, okay?" You tug $e_them closer by $e_their hand. "Promise?" "Cross my heart," $e_they says with that playful smile of $e_theirs. "You spoil me," you mumble against $e_their palm. "That's my job," $namee finally pulling away. "I'll text you when I get there." "'Kay... drive safe," you manage to say before your eyes start closing again. "Love you…" <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl7">><</button>>

"Someone's clingy this morning," $e_they teases softly, the tips of $e_their fingers threading through your hair. You just hum in response, tightening your hold. Even half-asleep, you can feel $e_them smiling against your neck. "Baby," $e_they whispers, planting feather-light kisses up your neck. "I need to tell you something." "Mmh..." you groan, refusing to let go. "I gotta head to Charlie's place," $namee explains as you make a disgruntled noise, causing $e_them to laugh quietly. "I know, I know. I'd rather stay here with you too." "Don't go," you mumble against $e_their chest, voice still heavy with sleep. "It'll only be for a few hours," $e_they promises, pulling back just enough to look at your face. $e_Their blue eyes are soft with affection. "I'll bring back those pastries you love from that café near his place." "...Fine," you concede, loosening your grip slightly. "But you better come back quick." "Quick as lightning," $e_they grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Go back to sleep, precious. I'll text you when I get there." You pull $e_them down for one last proper kiss before finally letting $e_them go, already missing $e_their warmth. "Drive safe. Love you…" <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl7">><</button>>

"Hi," $namee chuckles softly, turning $e_their head to press a quick kiss against your palm. "Sorry to wake you up, but I didn't wanna leave without telling you." "Leave?" you mumble, your thumb brushing against the corner of $e_their lips. "Where you going?" "I gotta head to Charlie's place," $namee explains as you make a disgruntled noise, causing $e_them to laugh quietly. "I know, I know. I'd rather stay here with you too. Want me to bring something on my way back?" "You," you reply without missing a beat, causing $e_their smile to widen. "Smooth," $e_they teases, leaning down to press $e_their forehead against yours. "But seriously, want anything?" "Breakfast?" $e_They grins. "Consider it done, babe." $namee presses a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling back. "Go back to sleep, okay? I'll text you when I get there." "M'kay," you hum, already feeling sleep tugging at you. "Love you." <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl7">><</button>>

$namee chuckles softly at your sleepy voice, leaning down to rest $e_their forehead against yours. "Sorry to wake you up so early, babe. I just wanted to let you know I'm heading to Charlie's place in a bit." "Charlie?" you mumble, your mind still foggy from sleep. "Why so early?" "I guess I'm a bit excited about seeing the little one," $e_they explains, $e_their thumb still caressing your cheek. You let out a small sigh, turning your face to nuzzle further into $e_their palm. "How long will you be gone?" "Shouldn't be more than a few hours," $namee promises, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, then one on your lips. "Go back to sleep, baby. I'll bring back breakfast." "With pastries?" you ask hopefully, making $e_them laugh. "Yeah," $e_they places another kiss on your forehead. "Want anything else while I'm out?" "Just you," you murmur, already feeling sleep pulling you back under. "Come back soon?" "Always do," $e_they whispers, $e_their voice warm with affection. "Love you," you manage to say before your eyes drift shut again. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl7">><</button>>

$e_They blinks down at you when your breaths even. Seems like you need your rest. "Babe?" $namee arches a brow in amusement, but you're already sleeping soundly. $e_They sighs fondly, pressing a kiss against your jaw, then on your forehead. "Sweet dreams. I love you." Getting up from the bed, another yawn catches $namee as $e_they heads to the bathroom to get ready for $e_their outing. As usual, $e_they needs a good two hours to prepare, checking that everything is good before finally stepping out. Before leaving the room, $e_they pads to the bed. You're like an addiction $e_they can't seem to get enough of. Bowing down, $e_they presses a lingering kiss against your forehead, stroking your hair for a moment with a grin stretching across $e_their lips. "Don't get too bored without me," $e_they mumbles before reluctantly pulling away and leaves the room. Grabbing the car keys from the kitchen counter, $e_they locks the door behind $e_them and heads to the car. It doesn't take long before $e_they's inside and on the road, humming softly to $e_themself without any music, just $e_their voice echoing in the vehicle. It's been a week since $e_they wanted to visit $e_their friends, but each time, $e_they found an excuse to stay with you, just the two of you. $e_Their days were booked, and when $e_they came home, the only thing $e_they wanted was to babble about $e_their day and relax with you, enjoying your alone time together without anyone ruining it. $e_They still feels bad for only visiting now. After all, a baby isn't just nothing; it's a big deal—something that changes everything. Habits shift, there's less alone time with your loved one, and less time for yourself, along with so many things that people might see as inconvenient. $namee wouldn't mind these inconveniences, though. $e_Their friend Charlie had a baby, born last week. Charlie had sent news about it and invited you and $namee to come, but you two never visited. To be completely honest, $namee didn't want to go at first—not just to spend time with you, but also because $e_they knows $e_they'll get jealous. $namee has always wanted babies. All $e_their life, $e_they knew $e_they wanted to have—not just one, but many babies. $e_They doesn't mind if you want babies or not. As long as you're with $e_them, $e_they's okay either way. But the result remains the same: $e_they knows $e_they'd be jealous, which is why $e_they tried to stall. The thing is, it's important for $e_their friend, and $namee wants to support $e_them. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl8">><</button>>

Parking the car at Charlie's house, $namee takes a deep breath and gets out, closing the door behind $e_them. As $e_they walks to the front door, $e_they fixes $e_their hair and smooths out the wrinkles in $e_their shirt, wearing an eager smile, impatient to meet the new little sweetheart. $e_They knocks on the door. $e_They probably shouldn't have done that... A cry starts low inside before gaining volume, making $namee wince. $e_They waits outside, chewing $e_their cheek and wondering if $e_they should've come later. After all, it <i>is</i> pretty early. $e_They thought it'd be nice to come early and help the couple take care of the baby, but maybe that was a bit too soon... The door opens to reveal an exhausted Charlie, dark circles under his brown eyes, barely open, with messy brown hair sticking out in odd ways. It's probably been days since $e_their friend last slept. $namee can't help but wrinkle $e_their nose when $e_they notices a stain on $e_their friend's shirt that looks suspiciously like vomit. $e_They doesn't point it out, though; $e_they avoids looking at it and forces $e_themself to think that it's just milk… milk that a baby probably vomited. $namee's expression falls more and more at that thought before $e_they meets $e_their friend's gaze again with a forced smile. Charlie's face brightens when he realizes $namee finally came. "$namee, it's been too long!" Charlie whines, pulling $namee into a bear hug, nearly putting all his weight onto the model. "You... you didn't get much sleep," $namee pats the man's back, trying to end the hug quickly before any of that suspicious stain gets on $e_their own shirt. Charlie pulls away, rubbing his eyes as he shakes his head. "I wanted Payton to get some rest so I looked after my lil monster all week." The man turns his head to glance inside his house. "Come in, I'll just–" he jerks his thumb over his shoulder. "Get my lil demon before she wakes up her mother." "Sure, go ahead," $namee grins, stepping in and closing the front door behind $e_them. $e_They doesn't need $e_their friend to show $e_them the way; $e_they's been here so many times that $e_they knows where everything is without even needing to actually see. Making $e_their way to the living room, $e_they sits down on the couch, waiting for $e_their friend to come back while idly looking around. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl9">><</button>>

"$name didn't come?" Charlie's voice carries from the stairs as he walks down with the little baby cradled in his arms. $namee looks up, $e_their eyes immediately drawn to the small, adorable baby. $e_Their face softens, almost melting on the couch as $e_their friend sits next to $e_them. "Awwww, hello there, sweetheart," $namee coos softly, finger brushing the baby's cheek. The little girl's eyes flutter open, sucking her lower lip and making some small noises. "What's the lady's name?" $namee feels like $e_they's seeing a baby like the first time. Those tiny hands, this cute face… It's no secret that $e_they loves kids, which is why a fond smile splits $e_their friend's face. "April." "April?" the model tilts $e_their head, shifting $e_their gaze between April and her dad. "I dunno, Payton and I thought it'd be a beautiful name for our beautiful baby," Charlie says lightly with a proud smile on his lips as he presses a tender kiss on April's forehead. "And because April means a lot to Payton and I." he nods at the blond. "But you didn't answer, where's $name?" "$name need$m_s some rest," $namee murmurs, $e_their fingers gently holding April's hand as she drifts back to sleep. "And $m_they looked too tired, so I wanted to let $m_them sleep. I can come back with $m_them tonight, though. I'm sure $m_they won't mind." Charlie hums, rocking April gently when she starts to squirm. "Yeah, that'd be nice. Pay's been asking about $name lately. Me too if I'm being honest, it's been a while since we spent times together," he adjusts the baby in his arms, careful not to wake her. "You two should come for dinner. I'm sure Payton would love the company." "How is she, by the way?" $namee asks, $e_their voice quiet as $e_they watches April's tiny fingers wrap around $e_their index. "Must be exhausting with the little one." "She's doing better now," Charlie replies, his expression softening with pride and love. "The first few weeks were rough, y'know? Barely any sleep, constant worrying if we're doing things right." He chuckles softly. "But Pay's a natural at this. Should've seen her the other day, singing lullabies while doing laundry with April strapped to her chest." $namee grins, picturing the scene. "Sounds like you two got it all figured out." "Far from it," Charlie shakes his head, amused. "Yesterday I spent thirty minutes looking for her pacifier only to find out it was in my pocket the whole time. And don't get me started on the diaper situation." "Diaper situation?" $namee raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Let's just say I learned the hard way that you need to be quick," Charlie grimaces, though his eyes shine with mirth. "This little monster here? She's got quite the aim." They share a quiet laugh, mindful of the sleeping baby. April makes a soft sound, her tiny nose scrunching up before settling back into sleep. If $namee could kidnap her, $e_they would—$e_They wouldn't. Of course, $e_they wouldn't kidnap a baby just because she's adorably cute… <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl10">><</button>>

"You know," Charlie starts after a moment, catching $namee's attention, his voice thoughtful. "Pay' and I were talking... We'd like you and $name to be April's godparents." $namee's eyes widen, $e_their hand stilling where it had been playing with April's tiny fingers. That was… not what $e_they expected $e_their friend to say. Charlie and Payton are like a family to $namee, but to think that Charlie and Payton would even consider this? And even including $name? $namee's eyes get misty, sniffing as $e_they stares at $e_their friend with hopeful eyes. "Really?" "Yeah," Charlie shrugs lightly, careful not to disturb April. "You're my family, and $name... well, $m_they became like family too." Charlie shifts on the couch to face $namee better. "Plus, I've seen how you are with kids. The way your face lit up when you saw April? That's exactly why we want you two." Emotion wells up in $namee's chest, making $e_their throat tight. "I... Charlie, that's... We'd be honored. I mean–" $namee chuckles softly. "<i>I</i>'d be honored, I don't know about $name yet. I'll talk about it with $m_them." "Great!" Charlie beams, then quickly lowers his voice when April stirs. "Sorry, princess," he whispers, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "But yeah, think about it. Talk it over with $name. No pressure though, okay?" "Of course," $namee nods, grin widening. "I'll tell $m_them. I should probably go, I want to bring breakfast for $name–" Charlie lets out a chuckle, shaking his head under $namee's confused stare. "What?" "Nothing, nothing," $e_their friend tries to suppress another chuckle. "You're just… always so caring with $m_them." "$m_They deserve$m_s it," $namee retorts with a wiggle of $e_their brows. "And $m_they $m_dont complain when I decide to be annoying." Charlie's expression softens as he hums. "I wonder how you two manage to keep this love alive. It never seems to fade, even after three years. I hope it'll be the same with Pay' and I." "You can make it work if you really want to," the model says with a warm smile. "And sometimes…" $e_they trails off, the corners of $e_their eyes crinkling. "…sometimes it's just mean to be." Charlie rolls his eyes with a shake of his head. "Geez, I forgot how cheesy you can be." $namee shrugs shamelessly as they fall into a comfortable silence, both watching April sleep peacefully. The sound of footsteps upstairs catches their attention, followed by a soft call of Charlie's name. "Looks like Pay's up," Charlie says, carefully standing up. "Want to say hi before heading out?" "Sure," $namee stands as well, stretching slightly. "Then I'll head home and wake up my sleeping beauty. We'll be back for dinner?" "Perfect," Charlie grins. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl11">><</button>>

Leaving Charlie's house, $namee gets into $e_their car, smiling at the couple waving at $e_them as $e_they pulls out and drives away. "Mmmh, what should I take…" $namee mutters to $e_themself, already listing what breakfast $e_they should buy on the way. $e_They's starving for some donuts right now… Maybe $e_they should get some pancakes too, coffee, and perhaps stop somewhere else for fresh fruit— Suddenly, $e_their eyes widen as a car appears out of nowhere. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl12">><</button>>

<div style="text-align: center;"> The car is speeding straight toward $namee.</div> <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl13">><</button>>

<div style="text-align: center;"> Everything happens too fast.</div> <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl14">><</button>>

The screech of tires against asphalt pierces through the air as $namee jerks the wheel, desperately trying to avoid the collision. $e_Their heart hammers against $e_their chest, time seeming to slow down as $e_their car spins out of control. The world turns upside down. Metal creaks and glass shatters, flying everywhere. The seatbelt digs into $e_their chest as the car flips, once, twice—$e_they loses count. Each impact sends shockwaves through $e_their body, $e_their head snapping back and forth like a ragdoll. Everything happen so fast $e_they can't even think or process what's going on. The loud sound of the crash echoes on the empty road, the birds escaping their trees, scared of the noise. When the car finally comes to a stop, it's upside down. The wheels spin uselessly in the air, their motion almost hypnotic. Blood trickles down $e_their temple and into $e_their eyes. $e_Their vision blurs, consciousness wavering as $e_they tries to make sense of what just happened. Everything hurts. The seatbelt digs into $e_their chest, holding $e_them suspended in the wreckage, holding $e_them in an uncomfortable position. Smoke begins to curl through the broken windows, and somewhere in $e_their dazed mind, $namee knows that's bad. Really bad. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl15">><</button>>

"Hey! Hey, are you okay?" A panicked voice calls from outside. Through $e_their blurring vision, $namee can make out a figure approaching the wreck. "Oh god, oh god..." $namee tries to speak, but all that comes out is a wet cough. The metallic taste of blood fills $e_their mouth, and breathing becomes increasingly difficult. $e_Their thoughts are scattered, fragments of consciousness slipping through $e_their fingers like sand. $name... $e_They needs to tell $name about being April's godparent... $e_They needs to bring $name breakfast… The smoke thickens, and $e_they can hear the concerning pop and crackle of flames starting somewhere in the engine. The heat grows more intense with each passing second. $e_Their heart beats faster, $e_they's scared… $e_They can barely think but $e_they knows that feeling. $e_They's terrified. "I... I can't..." The man's shaky voice rings. "This isn't... I didn't mean to..." $namee wants to call out, to ask for help, but $e_their body won't cooperate. $e_Their vision swims, darkness creeping at the edges. Through the broken window, $e_they sees the man backing away, face pale with horror as flames begin to lick at the hood of the car. The model has a bad feeling about the way the man seems to hesitate. He won't leave, right? $namee's eyes widen as $e_they blinks, forcing a groan from $e_their throat in an attempt to catch the stranger's attention. "I'm sorry," the man's voice cracks. "I'm so sorry." "…no…" $namee manages to say, but it's too late. The sound of running footsteps, then a car door slamming. An engine revs to life, tires squealing against the asphalt as the other driver flees the scene, leaving $namee trapped in the burning wreckage. $e_Their throat tightens, tears slipping and falling on the hood of the car. Silent sobs echo in the burning vehicle. This is all so scary. $e_They just wants you to come. Just wants you to be here and save $e_them. The heat becomes unbearable. Smoke fills $e_their lungs, making each breath a struggle. $e_Their thoughts grow hazier, memories floating through $e_their mind like scattered photographs. Your face, your smile, your touch, warmth.... Charlie and Payton waving goodbye... Little April's tiny fingers wrapped around his... <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl16">><</button>>

The crackling of flames grows louder, the smoke thicker. $namee's consciousness starts to fade, $e_their body growing heavier with each passing second. $e_They wants to fight it, wants to stay awake, but it's getting harder and harder. With an angry cry, $e_they forces $e_their hand to yank $e_their phone out of $e_their pants pocket, tapping your number with ragged breaths and pressing it against $e_their ear. $e_They needs to hear you, needs you to reassure $e_them… "Morning... you left home?" is all $e_they needs to make $e_their lips tremble and a choked sob escape $e_their mouth. "Ah, at your friend's place? Need something...? I just woke up but I can–" "$name... I... Help me... I can't– I can't get out of the car..." $e_they sniffs, trying to keep calm so $e_they doesn't alarm you too much, because everything's gonna be alright, right? "It's bad... really bad... I don't– I–I don't know what to do..." "What? Where are you? Did you call for help?" $namee can't help a small smile from spreading on $e_their face. $e_They knows $e_they shouldn't make joke right now, but $e_they can't help it. "I just did. With you," $e_they says weakly, $e_their voice trembling as $e_they tries to laugh. "You didn't call 911?" That would've been smarter, $e_they knows that's what $e_they should do. But you are the only one $e_they wants to hear. $e_They's so panicked, just wanting reassurance. $e_They doesn't know if this might be the last time $e_they can hear your voice. $e_They wants to be optimistic, but $e_they's not delusional. This is bad. No one is around, and no cars are passing by. $e_They could die, and no one would notice after a few hours. "I–I... I just... I'm so scared, $name..." $e_their voice quivers. "I didn't– I wanted to hear your voice... Just please... please come." "I'm gonna call emergency services, I'll be there. Just tell me where you a–" "NO! No, don't hang up please please..." $e_their voice cracks. "Please don't hang up, okay?" "I won't. Babe, take a deep breath for me. You were heading to Payton's house, right? Did you take the scenic road?" "... Yeah I'm... I'm near... um... near the bus stop, the–the only one on the way to Ratrya Street..." $e_They's out of breath, the raw panic dripping in each word as $e_they tries to concentrate. "I'm on my wa–" The call is disconnected. $namee checks $e_their phone, a small noise escaping $e_their throat when $e_they sees that it's out of battery. Another sob escapes $e_them, $e_their breath quickening, body shaking and hurting. $e_They has to be strong. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl17">><</button>>

$namee tries to breathe in, even though it hurts—$e_their lungs compressed so much that each inhale feels like a struggle. $e_They wants to sleep. $e_They's scared. $e_They's tired. $e_They doesn't want to die; $e_they still has so much to do, so much to say, so many things waiting for you and $e_them… $e_They waits for you… and waits… minutes drag on, feeling like hours, yet $e_they tries $e_their best to stay awake. Silent screams escape $e_their throat as the flames lick and slowly eat away at the skin of $e_their cheek. It <i>hurts</i> so much. The position forces $e_their cheek against the window. $e_They can't move. But $e_they bites $e_their lip, trying to endure the pain and get out, to <i>move</i>. It's useless. $e_They's stuck. Tears fall but seem to evaporate in the flames licking $e_their cheek. $e_Their lower lip trembles, chest heaving unevenly, hiccupping and struggling to think of anything but the pain. Maybe it's shock, or maybe it's just exhaustion, but $e_their eyes start to close slowly, even as $e_they fights to keep them open. $e_They can't make you worry. Even in this moment, $e_they doesn't want to hurt you. Athiel would laugh at $e_their big brother for caring about something so trivial. $namee can't help it; $e_they just doesn't want to see anything but happiness on your face. $e_They hates seeing sadness there, hates when people make you feel that way, even if just a little. A "little bit" is already too much for $e_them. $e_Their eyes close slowly despite $e_themself, fatigue overtaking $e_their body. And then $e_they hears it—a car stopping nearby, your voice, other voices, footsteps… The only thing $e_they focuses on is you. $e_They loves hearing $e_their name from your mouth, but today $e_they hates it. $e_They despises the tone of your voice, as if your world is ending and $e_they is the cause. That breaks $e_their heart. $e_They can't comfort you, can't lie that $e_they's okay, can't even move an inch in this car. You're breaking, and $e_they can't do anything about it. <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl18">><</button>>

But $e_they's so glad. $e_They's so glad $e_they was the only one in this accident. So glad you didn't come with $e_them this morning. So glad you're still breathing. Is it selfish? To be this relieved to be the one dying instead of $e_their most precious person? $e_They doesn't know. The only important thing for $e_them right now is that you're okay. $e_They's inconscious now. $e_They can feel it, nothing is responding anymore. It's like the only thing remaining is $e_their brain who is slowly shutting down. $e_Their body is getting colder by the minute, and $e_they feels $e_their breath becoming shallow. $e_They's dying, isn't $e_they? The panic slowly fades, making way for something warm spreading in $e_their heart. $e_They hopes you will be alright without $e_them, but $e_they knows you're strong. You always deal with so much and yet manage to get back up and walk again. Always handling your own problems, your past, your anxiety that you try so hard not to burden others with, yet still taking the time to be there for your loved ones. That's why $namee respects you, that's why $e_they loves you. Will $e_they be alright without you, though? $e_They doesn't think so. You're $e_their fate, of course it won't easy to let you go. But it's not like $e_they's got any choice, right? But it's okay, $e_they'll wait. If the afterlife exists, $e_they'll wait. If reincarnation exists, $e_they'll find you again. No matter what happen, $e_they'll be here. And when you'll be ready to join $e_them, $e_they'll welcome you with open arms. $e_Their last thoughts are of you, of all the things $e_they'll never get to say, all the moments they'll never share. $e_They hopes you'll forgive $e_them for not making it home... for not saying goodbye… <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl19">><</button>>

<div style="text-align: center;"> $e_They hopes you know that no matter where $e_they is, $e_they'll always love you.</div> <<button "NEXT" "POVCAREl20">><</button>>

<div style="text-align: center;"> Even after death.</div> <<button "END" "Intro2">><</button>>

Twinkling lights illuminate every corner, while heavy snowfall keeps cars nestled in their driveways. Outside, people stumble and slip on the icy sidewalks, their laughter mixing with squeals as others engage in impromptu snowball fights. The other ones? They're curled up on their couches, wrapped in blankets with steaming mugs warming their hands. Christmas melodies drift through the air from every store, and festive decorations transform ordinary neighborhoods into winter wonderlands. Through frosted windows, Christmas trees stand proud in living rooms, their lights casting a warm glow in every home. Yeah, Christmas is definitely in the air. And this year, you'll spend it with... <<if $genderroe == "man">><<button "ELIAS" "CSEL1">><</button>><<else>><<button "ELLIE" "CSEL1">><</button>><</if>> <<button "ATHIEL" "CSA1">><</button>>

<b>5:40 Macara Residence – Home</b> Sleeping peacefully in your comfy bed, the blanket warms your body as you dream of all the delicious things you'll get to eat and do today with $namee. This is so peaceful, wonderful, and calm— "WAKE UP, BABE!" a familiar voice exclaims. A choked groan escapes you, and the air is knocked out of your lungs when $e_they literally jumps on you, making the mattress bounce with the sudden impact. $e_Their arms envelop your <<if $height == "very tall" or $height == "tall">>tall<<else>>shorter<</if>> frame, and your face is assaulted by a flurry of kisses. "Wake up, it's Christmas!" $namee's feet kick against the bed excitedly, expression bright—too bright for your eyes. "Did you see the Lazin house decorations? They're so beautiful! I can't believe they did it all in one night!" ---- *[["We're not Christmas yet..." you wheeze, trying to catch your breath. |CSEL2]] *[[Your features pinch in a grimace, wanting to snap at first, but you ignore the pain to stroke your lover's hair instead. "Isn't it tomorrow?"|CSEL3]] *[["Someone's excited," you flash your lover a lazy smile, finding the strength to squish those cheeks.|CSEL4]] *[["For fuck's sake, babe...." You hiss, trying to ignore the pain as you blink your eyes open.|CSEL5]]

<<set $charm to "yes">><<set $intimid to "no">>The weight of your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>> still pressing against your ribs doesn't help your current situation. $namee's blue agate eyes sparkle like stars—no doubt impatient for the day as $e_they props $e_their chin on your chest. "It's Christmas Eve! That means Christmas is basically here!" "That's... technically tomorrow," you can't help but chuckle at $e_their enthusiasm, even if your lungs protest. "But it's already—" $e_they twists to check $e_their phone, "—early on the 24th! Which means less than 24 hours until Christmas!" "Early?" You groan, "Babe, seriously?" "What?" $e_they blinks slowly, doe eyes staring at you. You let out a small, sleepy laugh. "I knew I should've changed the date and time on your phone..." "I still have my watch," $e_they points out, raising $e_their wrist to show off the watch you gave $e_them last Christmas. A gift that was way too expensive; you don't know how many shitty jobs you had to do for this watch. But $e_they wanted this one, and you didn't want to buy something cheap just because you couldn't afford it. So you worked hard to get it for $e_them. "Fair point," you sigh fondly. "Anyway, look!" $e_They rolls off you, finally letting you breathe properly, before grabbing $e_their phone from $e_their back pocket. $e_They shoves the bright screen in your face, showing pictures of the Lazin's house. "They did ALL of this last night. Even the giant inflatable Santa! And—" $e_they swipes through more photos, "—they have those cool projected lights that make it look like it's snowing on their house!" You rub your eyes, adjusting to both being awake and the phone's brightness. Watching the photos, you wonder why they need projected lights when there's already snow outside. "The Lazins always go all out with decorations..." "We should add more to ours!" $namee bounces on the bed again, $e_their blond hair falling into $e_their eyes. "I already bought some extra lights and—" "Babe," you cut $e_them off gently, "the sun isn't even up yet." $e_They pouts, and you can already see the puppy eyes coming. You hate when $e_they does that, getting what $e_they wants with those blue agate eyes. "But we need everything perfect for tonight's Christmas Eve dinner. Plus," $e_they leans in close, pressing $e_their forehead against yours, "I'll make breakfast." "You will?" "Yup, I want to start the day on the right foot," $e_they wiggles $e_their brows. "And that means spoiling my <<if $gender == "man">>husband<<elseif $gender == "woman">>wife<<else>>spouse<</if>> with a breakfast." <<if $intimid == "yes">>You narrow your eyes. "You're bribing me."<<else>>You cock a brow, amusement clear in your eyes. "Are you bribing me, right now?"<</if>> "Is it working?" $e_Their dimpled smile is hopeful. "...Maybe." You finally sit up, unable to resist $e_their infectious excitement. "But I need coffee first. Lots of it. I feel like today is gonna be a long day." "Already made a whole pot!" $e_They jumps off the bed, extending $e_their hand to you. "C'mon, we have so much to do before everyone arrives tonight!" "The dinner isn't until seven PM," you mutter, but take $e_their hand anyway, letting $e_them pull you into $e_their Christmas Eve enthusiasm. "Exactly, it's barely enough time to prepare everything." "What time is it, by the way...?" you mumble as $e_they grins, kissing your nose without answering. Your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>> heads to the door. "C'mon, let's have breakfast." <<if $intimid == "yes">>You furrow your brows. "You didn't answer." "What?" $e_they bats $e_their eyelashes innocently. "$namee, I swear to god—"<<else>>Your brows lift expectantly. $e_They just bats $e_their eyelashes innocently. "What? "You didn't answer." "Answer what?" "$namee—"<</if>> "C'mon!" $e_they tugs you out of the bedroom. You have just enough time to check the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. You blink when you see 6 AM displayed. Well, no surprise you're still tired; you two went to bed around midnight, too busy finishing decorating the tree in the living room last night. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL6">><</button>>

<<set $charm to "no">><<set $intimid to "yes">>Your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>> nuzzles against your palm with a grin. "It is but today's as important as tomorrow. It's Christmas Eve, babe!" You wrinkle your nose as $e_their shout rings in your ears, hand making a path down $e_their hair to cup $e_their cheek. Your lungs still hurt, but this isn't your first rodeo with $e_them jumping on you out of nowhere, so you make do. "I'm not sure if I wanna strangle or kiss you, babe," you mutter under your breath, then, louder. "It's been a while since you've been awake...?" "Mmh, an hour already," $e_they nods against your palm, turning $e_their head to press a kiss against your skin. Your expression softens. So $e_they waited a bit before waking you up, huh? "I see..." "You don't want to strangle me anymore?" "Nope." "So where's my kiss?" $e_They wiggles $e_their brows playfully, not waiting to claim your lips in a tender kiss. When $e_they pulls away, you sigh contently. "Anyway, look!" $e_They rolls off you, finally letting you breathe properly, before grabbing $e_their phone from $e_their back pocket. $e_They shoves the bright screen in your face, showing pictures of the Lazin's house. "They did ALL of this last night. Even the giant inflatable Santa! And—" $e_they swipes through more photos, "—they have those cool projected lights that make it look like it's snowing on their house!" You rub your eyes, adjusting to both being awake and the phone's brightness. Watching the photos, you wonder why they need projected lights when there's already snow outside. "The Lazins always go all out with decorations..." "We should add more to ours!" $namee bounces on the bed again, $e_their blond hair falling into $e_their eyes. "I already bought some extra lights and—" "Babe," you cut $e_them off gently, "the sun isn't even up yet." $e_They pouts, and you can already see the puppy eyes coming. You hate when $e_they does that, getting what $e_they wants with those blue agate eyes. "But we need everything perfect for tonight's Christmas Eve dinner. Plus," $e_they leans in close, pressing $e_their forehead against yours, "I'll make breakfast." "You will?" "Yup, I want to start the day on the right foot," $e_they wiggles $e_their brows. "And that means spoiling my <<if $gender == "man">>husband<<elseif $gender == "woman">>wife<<else>>spouse<</if>> with a breakfast." <<if $intimid == "yes">>You narrow your eyes. "You're bribing me."<<else>>You cock a brow, amusement clear in your eyes. "Are you bribing me, right now?"<</if>> "Is it working?" $e_Their dimpled smile is hopeful. "...Maybe." You finally sit up, unable to resist $e_their infectious excitement. "But I need coffee first. Lots of it. I feel like today is gonna be a long day." "Already made a whole pot!" $e_They jumps off the bed, extending $e_their hand to you. "C'mon, we have so much to do before everyone arrives tonight!" "The dinner isn't until seven PM," you mutter, but take $e_their hand anyway, letting $e_them pull you into $e_their Christmas Eve enthusiasm. "Exactly, it's barely enough time to prepare everything." "What time is it, by the way...?" you mumble as $e_they grins, kissing your nose without answering. Your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>> heads to the door. "C'mon, let's have breakfast." <<if $intimid == "yes">>You furrow your brows. "You didn't answer." "What?" $e_they bats $e_their eyelashes innocently. "$namee, I swear to god—"<<else>>Your brows lift expectantly. $e_They just bats $e_their eyelashes innocently. "What? "You didn't answer." "Answer what?" "$namee—"<</if>> "C'mon!" $e_they tugs you out of the bedroom. You have just enough time to check the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. You blink when you see 6 AM displayed. Well, no surprise you're still tired; you two went to bed around midnight, too busy finishing decorating the tree in the living room last night. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL6">><</button>>

<<set $charm to "yes">><<set $intimid to "no">>$namee's face seems to brighten even more as $e_they preens under your attention—even if $e_they can barely answer correctly with $e_their cheeks squished and moving around. "Of coursh I'm excshited..." "Yeah?" You raise your brows, enjoying the way $e_their adorable features morph and change under your playful assault. "You sure? I don't think I am." A soft, muffled chuckle escapes $e_their mouth as $e_they wriggles $e_their way out of your grip. Finally free, $e_they leans back closer, as if $e_they can't get enough of you. "Yup, very excited. Aren't you?" "Not as excited as you, that's for sure." Your $eyecolor eyes lock onto $e_their as you point out, "I don't think anyone could beat you." "That's right," $e_they shrugs smugly. You roll your eyes good-naturedly. Someone should humble $e_them. You won't be that someone, though. You clearly have a thing for smug, playful, warm, gorgeous $e_man with blond hair, pale skin, and blue agate eyes—like $e_them. "Anyway, look!" $e_They rolls off you, finally letting you breathe properly, before grabbing $e_their phone from $e_their back pocket. $e_They shoves the bright screen in your face, showing pictures of the Lazin's house. "They did ALL of this last night. Even the giant inflatable Santa! And—" $e_they swipes through more photos, "—they have those cool projected lights that make it look like it's snowing on their house!" You rub your eyes, adjusting to both being awake and the phone's brightness. Watching the photos, you wonder why they need projected lights when there's already snow outside. "The Lazins always go all out with decorations..." "We should add more to ours!" $namee bounces on the bed again, $e_their blond hair falling into $e_their eyes. "I already bought some extra lights and—" "Babe," you cut $e_them off gently, "the sun isn't even up yet." $e_They pouts, and you can already see the puppy eyes coming. You hate when $e_they does that, getting what $e_they wants with those blue agate eyes. "But we need everything perfect for tonight's Christmas Eve dinner. Plus," $e_they leans in close, pressing $e_their forehead against yours, "I'll make breakfast." "You will?" "Yup, I want to start the day on the right foot," $e_they wiggles $e_their brows. "And that means spoiling my <<if $gender == "man">>husband<<elseif $gender == "woman">>wife<<else>>spouse<</if>> with a breakfast." <<if $intimid == "yes">>You narrow your eyes. "You're bribing me."<<else>>You cock a brow, amusement clear in your eyes. "Are you bribing me, right now?"<</if>> "Is it working?" $e_Their dimpled smile is hopeful. "...Maybe." You finally sit up, unable to resist $e_their infectious excitement. "But I need coffee first. Lots of it. I feel like today is gonna be a long day." "Already made a whole pot!" $e_They jumps off the bed, extending $e_their hand to you. "C'mon, we have so much to do before everyone arrives tonight!" "The dinner isn't until seven PM," you mutter, but take $e_their hand anyway, letting $e_them pull you into $e_their Christmas Eve enthusiasm. "Exactly, it's barely enough time to prepare everything." "What time is it, by the way...?" you mumble as $e_they grins, kissing your nose without answering. Your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>> heads to the door. "C'mon, let's have breakfast." <<if $intimid == "yes">>You furrow your brows. "You didn't answer." "What?" $e_they bats $e_their eyelashes innocently. "$namee, I swear to god—"<<else>>Your brows lift expectantly. $e_They just bats $e_their eyelashes innocently. "What? "You didn't answer." "Answer what?" "$namee—"<</if>> "C'mon!" $e_they tugs you out of the bedroom. You have just enough time to check the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. You blink when you see 6 AM displayed. Well, no surprise you're still tired; you two went to bed around midnight, too busy finishing decorating the tree in the living room last night. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL6">><</button>>

<<set $charm to "no">><<set $intimid to "yes">>"What, what?" $e_they hurries to lean up and let you catch your breath with that tiny frown between $e_their brows. You sigh fondly, shaking your head as your hand find $e_their back, tugging $e_them right back on you. "Nothing, nothing... Just be careful, yeah? Almost saw my aunt Siley there." "Isn't she dead...?" $namee blinks at you. "Exactly." Realization dawning on $e_them, $e_they swats your shoulder with a huff. "Not funny." "Why your lips are doing this thing, then?" you cock a brow, gaze falling on $e_their shaking lips. "That shouldn't be funny." "Then don't laugh." $namee presses $e_their lips tightly together, rolls them, bites them. $e_They has to turn $e_their face away to hide what you know is a muffled laugh, $e_their shoulders starting to shake. "I thought it shouldn't be funny?" you sigh, rubbing $e_their back as $e_they finally lets $e_themself laugh before meeting your gaze. "It's not," $e_they finally heaves a long sigh. "Sorry, Aunt Siley." "You don't even know her," you snort as $e_they shrugs. "Anyway, look!" $e_They rolls off you, finally letting you breathe properly, before grabbing $e_their phone from $e_their back pocket. $e_They shoves the bright screen in your face, showing pictures of the Lazin's house. "They did ALL of this last night. Even the giant inflatable Santa! And—" $e_they swipes through more photos, "—they have those cool projected lights that make it look like it's snowing on their house!" You rub your eyes, adjusting to both being awake and the phone's brightness. Watching the photos, you wonder why they need projected lights when there's already snow outside. "The Lazins always go all out with decorations..." "We should add more to ours!" $namee bounces on the bed again, $e_their blond hair falling into $e_their eyes. "I already bought some extra lights and—" "Babe," you cut $e_them off gently, "the sun isn't even up yet." $e_They pouts, and you can already see the puppy eyes coming. You hate when $e_they does that, getting what $e_they wants with those blue agate eyes. "But we need everything perfect for tonight's Christmas Eve dinner. Plus," $e_they leans in close, pressing $e_their forehead against yours, "I'll make breakfast." "You will?" "Yup, I want to start the day on the right foot," $e_they wiggles $e_their brows. "And that means spoiling my <<if $gender == "man">>husband<<elseif $gender == "woman">>wife<<else>>spouse<</if>> with a breakfast." <<if $intimid == "yes">>You narrow your eyes. "You're bribing me."<<else>>You cock a brow, amusement clear in your eyes. "Are you bribing me, right now?"<</if>> "Is it working?" $e_Their dimpled smile is hopeful. "...Maybe." You finally sit up, unable to resist $e_their infectious excitement. "But I need coffee first. Lots of it. I feel like today is gonna be a long day." "Already made a whole pot!" $e_They jumps off the bed, extending $e_their hand to you. "C'mon, we have so much to do before everyone arrives tonight!" "The dinner isn't until seven PM," you mutter, but take $e_their hand anyway, letting $e_them pull you into $e_their Christmas Eve enthusiasm. "Exactly, it's barely enough time to prepare everything." "What time is it, by the way...?" you mumble as $e_they grins, kissing your nose without answering. Your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>> heads to the door. "C'mon, let's have breakfast." <<if $intimid == "yes">>You furrow your brows. "You didn't answer." "What?" $e_they bats $e_their eyelashes innocently. "$namee, I swear to god—"<<else>>Your brows lift expectantly. $e_They just bats $e_their eyelashes innocently. "What? "You didn't answer." "Answer what?" "$namee—"<</if>> "C'mon!" $e_they tugs you out of the bedroom. You have just enough time to check the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. You blink when you see 6 AM displayed. Well, no surprise you're still tired; you two went to bed around midnight, too busy finishing decorating the tree in the living room last night. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL6">><</button>>

Following your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>> through the hallway, down the stairs, and past the living room, you notice the lights of the Christmas tree are still on as $namee crouches down next to it to turn them off. Right, economy and all that. Looking over $e_their shoulder, $e_they winks at you. "We'll enjoy the light of the sun and turn these on tonight." You shrug, hands raised in surrender. "You're the boss." "You bet I am," $namee playfully wiggles $e_their eyebrows as $e_they gets up, making you snort. "What's the plan for today?" "Breakfast first, then we gotta buy some last-minute stuff," $e_they says, grabbing your hand to pull you to the kitchen. "I totally forgot to buy cookies." You brows furrow. "We have cookies." "Not Christmas cookies," $namee sighs dramatically, pressing a hand against $e_their chest. "How dare you even suggest that regular cookies are acceptable for Christmas?" You roll your eyes fondly. "My bad, your majesty." Truth be told, you're still not used to this whole Christmas celebration. Before dating $namee, it was just another day; Christmas was never a big deal when you lived with your father. It was just a cheap chocolate bar each—nothing more. Never mind if you or your siblings liked chocolate. It was either that or nothing. There were no gifts, no Christmas tree, no warm dinners—nothing that could be seen as "wasting money." Though, thanks to Ekissa and Vailyn, some Christmases were fun. Not as fun as with $namee, but fun nonetheless. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL7">><</button>>

$namee's blue eyes shine with excitement. "Also, we need to wrap the presents." "I wrapped mine already," you answer with a hint of smugness in your tone. "Show off," $namee sticks $e_their tongue out, pulling ingredients from the cupboards. "I was busy." "Busy playing video games?" "Hey! I gotta beat Ekissa; $e_they's getting too comfortable. I'll have to bring my A-game." You lean against the counter, watching as $e_they moves around the kitchen with practiced ease. "What are you making?" "French toast," $e_they hums, cracking eggs into a bowl. "With cinnamon because I'm fancy like that." <<if $intimid == "yes">>"Fancy, $e_they says," you mutter under your breath. "Heard that." "Don't care." $e_They turns $e_their head with playful, narrowed eyes. "Want me to punch you?" "What?" You blink, surprised to hear something like that from $e_them. You're not sure if you should laugh or get angry. A growing smile plays on $e_their lips. "Punch you with my lips." Your eyes roll skyward, only making $e_them laugh. Of all the lines $e_they could have used, $e_they went there. <<else>>"Fancy, huh." You hum, more interested in watching $e_their face—trailing from $e_their shoulders down $e_their back—than in $e_their hands working. $e_They narrows $e_their eyes playfully, catching your lingering gaze. "Are you seriously checking me out?" "Me? Always." $e_They laughs, dipping bread into the egg mixture. "Even after seeing the same thing every day for three years?" "Always," you repeat without hesitation. A giddy smile brightens $e_their face, a slight blush coloring $e_their pale skin. That earns a proud grin from you.<</if>> "Can you grab the maple syrup? The real one, not that fake stuff." "Yes, your highness," you bow exaggeratedly, making $e_them laugh harder. As you reach for the syrup, $namee starts humming one of those popular Christmas song under $e_their breath. It's so typically $e_them that you can't help but smile. "Oh," $e_they suddenly exclaims, nearly dropping the spatula. "We should invite Payton, Charlie and Naya for New Year's!" "Naya?" you try not to grimace. "Can't we just invite Payton and Charlie?" "C'mon, she's not that bad." <<if $intimid == "yes">>You give $e_them a deadpan stare. "She hates me."<<else>>You huff a small laugh. "She hates me."<</if>> "She doesn't hate you," $namee sighs, flipping the toast. "She's just... protective." "Of you?" You cock a brow, not buying it. "From what? My evil plan to make you happy? Oh no, let's be careful before $name makes $namee way too happy? What a scary $m_man, that $name." $e_They snorts at your antics, plating the first batch of toast. "Don't be dramatic." "Says the $e_man who gasped in horror at regular cookies." "That's different," $e_they protests, adding more bread to the pan. "Christmas cookies are sacred." The smell of cinnamon and vanilla fills the kitchen as $namee continues cooking, occasionally breaking into random Christmas songs. It's domestic and warm and perfect, even at this ungodly hour of the morning. "Here," $e_they finally slides a plate toward you loaded with perfectly golden French toast. "Breakfast is served." You sit comfortably at the dining table, and $namee approaches $e_their chair next to you until $e_they's close enough for you two to dig in. Fruit salad, cereal, and mugs of hot drinks sit near your plates as $namee rests $e_their chin on your shoulder while $e_they takes a bite of $e_their food. You know what $e_they's gonna ask before $e_they even spills the words. "Can you feed me—" ---- *[["No," you answer, taking a bite of your own food. "We talked about this, you're a grown up, babe. Eat your food yourself."|CSEL8]] *[["What do I have in exchange?" you nudge your spouse with a playful smile.|CSEL9]] *[["If I do, you're brushing your teeth yourself," you meet your spouse's gaze with raised brows.|CSEL10]] *[["Not again..." you sigh dramatically as you tease. "I should return you to the shop I got you, you're not working fine."|CSEL11]]

<<set $serious to "yes">><<set $playful to "no">>"But it tastes better when you feed me," $namee whines, $e_their chin still perched on your shoulder as $e_they tries to catch your eyes to get $e_their way with $e_their puppy eyes. "Everything tastes better when it comes from you." You keep your attention pointedly on your plate. You're an easy target for those eyes. "That makes zero sense." "Makes perfect sense to me," $e_they counters, nuzzling against your neck. "Remember last week when you made that terrible burned toast?" You turn to give $e_them an unimpressed look. It wasn't <i>that</i> burned and it was because you were too busy helping $e_them button $e_their new coat $e_they bought last week. "And?" "And I still ate it because you made it," $e_they grins proudly. "Therefore, everything tastes better when it comes from you." "That's not the flex you think it is, El," you snort, cutting another piece of French toast. "Also, get your chin off my shoulder, I can't eat properly." "Mean," $e_they pouts but straightens up. "You used to be more fun." "I used to enable your bad habits, you mean." <i>You still do it, though.</i> Not that you need to remind either of you of that. "Exactly!" $namee exclaims, gesturing with $e_their fork. "That's what lovers are supposed to do!" "Pretty sure that's not in the lover handbook." "Have you read it?" $e_they challenges, raising an eyebrow. "Have you?" "...No, but I'm sure it's in there somewhere," $e_they mumbles, finally starting to eat $e_their own food properly. "Between 'give lots of kisses' and 'always let them win at Mario Kart.'" "You never let me win at Mario Kart." "That's because you're terrible at it," $e_they says matter-of-factly. "If I let you win, you'd know, and then you'd be mad at me for patronizing you." You pause, fork halfway to your mouth. It's not your fault if your man spends $e_their free time playing and getting better and better just to beat Ekissa. You did try to keep up, but each time it felt like they leveled up ten times more than the last time you played with them. The words are difficult to tear out when you finally say them. "...Okay, that's actually true." "See? I know you," $e_they grins triumphantly. "Now, about that feeding thing—" "$namee." "Fine, fine," $e_they huffs, $e_their fork nudging $e_their toast with a disappointed expression. "$namee." "What? I'm not doing anything..." your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>> protests, $e_their pout more prominent, a slow frown starting to form between $e_their brows. You pinch the bridge of your nose. Sometimes, you swear you don't even know why you're refusing if you're just going to give in anyway in the end. Putting down your fork, you reach out for his, extricating it from $e_their fingers and cutting a slice. Raising to $e_their lips a forkful, $e_their face is already bright and eager as $e_they opens $e_their mouth and takes the bite. "Thanks babe," $e_they hums with a content sigh. Your expression softens despite yourself as you shake your head. "You're welcome..." <<button "NEXT" "CSEL12">><</button>>

<<set $serious to "no">><<set $playful to "yes">>$namee's eyes light up, a grin spreading across $e_their face. "Hmm... I'll wrap all the presents by myself?" "You were gonna do that anyway," you point out, cutting a piece of French toast. "Fine, fine," $e_they straightens up, tapping $e_their chin thoughtfully. "I'll let you pick the Christmas movie tonight." "We're having people over tonight. When do you want us to watch a movie? At 2 AM?" you remind $e_them. "Then I'll..." $e_they rolls $e_their lips together, looking around as if doing so would help $e_them find ideas. $e_Their attention back on you, $e_they gives you a thumbs up with a wink in bonus. "I'll do the dishes for a week." You pretend to consider it, hiding your smile behind your mug. "A whole week?" "Yeah, a whole week," $e_they nods eagerly. It's getting harder to hide the grin threatening to show on your face, and $e_they seems to catch it because $e_they narrows $e_their eyes. "Wait, are you playing me?" "Maybe," you laugh, finally putting down your mug before lifting a forkful of French toast to $e_their waiting mouth. "You're too easy to tease." $e_They hums happily as $e_they chews, then swallows. "Worth it though. Your food always tastes better." "It's literally the same food," you huff a chuckle, still checking your plate just in case your hallucinated it all. But nope, it's the same toast as $e_theirs. "Nuh-uh, it's got love in it when you feed me." "You're ridiculous," you say fondly, offering another bite, your giddy smile exposed for $e_their eyes. "You love it," $e_they grins, accepting the food. "Hey, maybe we can make this a deal? You feed me breakfast, and I'll feed you dinner?" "That's the worst trade deal in the history of trade deals." "Oh c'mon! It'll be romantic," $e_they tries to plead $e_their case with a hopeful gaze. You have no doubt that it's only because $e_they loves showing off $e_their affection in front of people. It could be a dozen or even a hundred; $e_they wouldn't care and would keep showing affection to you. $e_They's like a dog pissing on a tree to mark $e_their territory—in a weird and cute way. "It'll be messy is what it'll be, and with people around? You want everyone to leave early tonight?" you snort but continue feeding $e_them anyway. "And remember the spaghetti incident?" $e_They has the decency to look sheepish. "That was one time..." "You got sauce in my hair." "I was trying to recreate Lady and the Tramp!" "We're not dogs, $namee." "Doesn't change the fact that it was romantic," $e_they waves dismissively, then opens $e_their mouth expectantly. You roll your eyes, unable to resist $e_their puppy dog eyes. As always. "You're lucky you're adorable." "I know," $e_they winks, then steals a quick kiss that tastes like maple syrup and cinnamon. "Now, more food please." <<button "NEXT" "CSEL12">><</button>>

<<set $serious to "yes">><<set $playful to "no">>$namee pouts, $e_their chin still resting on your shoulder. "That's not fair. You know I like when you brush my teeth too..." "You're literally twenty-six," you deadpan, cutting a piece of French toast. "How did you survive before meeting me?" "Barely," $e_they sighs dramatically. "I was a mess. A complete disaster. Lost in the world without someone to feed me and brush my teeth." "Now you're just being dramatic." "Please?" $e_they bats $e_their eyelashes, and you can feel $e_their smile against your shoulder. "I'll do the dishes." You shake your head, not falling for $e_their trick. "You were going to do them anyway." "I'll... wrap all the presents?" "You have to do that too." $e_They tilts $e_their head, chewing on $e_their cheek with a pensive frown as $e_they thinks hard for an idea. Suddenly, $e_they beams at you with a snap of $e_their fingers. "I'll sing Christmas carols for you!" "That sounds more like a threat than a reward," you retort, a hint of teasing in your tone. You hear $e_them gasp in mock offense, swatting your leg. "My singing is amazing, thank you very much." "My ears were bleeding from all this amazing singing last time," you nudge $e_their leg with yours. "I had a cold!" $e_they protests, straightening up to narrow $e_their eyes at you. "Sure you did, babe." $e_They crosses $e_their arms, trying to look stern but failing miserably. "Fine, what do you want then?" "How about you eat your food like a normal person? I know it's hard, but I'm sure you'll manage." "Normal is boring," $e_they declares, then immediately returns to resting $e_their head on your shoulder. "Feed me? C'mon, feed me, please?" You roll your eyes fondly. "And what about brushing your teeth?" "I'll do it myself," $e_they concedes with a dramatic sigh. "The things I do for love." "My hero," you say dryly, but pick up a piece of French toast anyway. "Open up." $e_Their whole face lights up as $e_they opens $e_their mouth, reminding you of an excited puppy. After you feed $e_them the bite, $e_they hums happily. "See? Isn't this romantic?" "It's just—" "Romantic, yeah, that's what I said," $e_they grins, already opening $e_their mouth for another bite. "I know you love it, you just don't wanna show it." "I tolerate it," you correct, but you're smiling too as you continue feeding $e_them. "And only because you're cute." "I'm adorable," $e_they agrees with a nod. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL12">><</button>>

<<set $serious to "no">><<set $playful to "yes">>"Return me?" $namee's eyes widen, pulling back with an exaggerated look of betrayal. "I'll have you know I'm a limited edition." "Limited edition of what? Neediness?" "Excuse you," $e_they pokes your side, making you squirm. "I'm a collector's item of charm and cuteness. Plus, you lost the receipt years ago." You tap your chin thoughtfully. "Maybe I can still trade you in for store credit." "Nope, all sales are final," $e_they declares, nuzzling back against your shoulder. "You're stuck with me forever. Now feed me?" "What am I going to do with you?" you laugh, but pick up a piece of French toast anyway. "Love you too," $e_they sing-songs, opening $e_their mouth expectantly like a baby bird. "Here, a forkful for my needy man," you tease, gently feeding $e_them the bite. $e_Their blue eyes crinkle with satisfaction as $e_they chews. "I knew you wou–" $e_they mumbles around the mouthful. "Don't talk with your mouth full." $e_They swallows before grinning. "See? You love me too much, always spoiling me and taking care of me. You can't return me now." "Watch me," you threaten playfully as $e_they does just that, checking you out. You sigh exasperatedly, slicing another piece of toast. "Can you cut it in–" "No," you cut $e_them off, already knowing what $e_they wants. $namee groans. "I'll behave if you do." "That's what you said last time when you wanted me to cut your pancakes into dinosaur shapes. I don't even know why slicing them in these shapes were 'completely needed'." "Hey, it was for science... purpose." "How was that for science?" "Everything tastes better when it's dinosaur-shaped," $e_they states matter-of-factly with that little smile of $e_theirs. "That's just basic biology." You roll your eyes fondly. "I'm pretty sure that's not how biology works." "Says who? Are you a biologist?" "No, but—" "Then shush and feed me more French toast," $e_they grins triumphantly. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL12">><</button>>

The heating inside the shopping center warms your front body, the frosty air biting your back one last time before the automatic doors close behind you. A content sigh escapes your lips as your hand remains in your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>>'s. You fix your black cap on your head and adjust your sunglasses with your free hand. You try not to grimace, but it's always awkward to hang out with $namee around so many people. Being $e_their safe haven from work means you have to hide your face as much as possible. You told $e_them sunglasses were too much, but $e_they said something like, "But you look so cool and badass with these," along with, "Just this time, please?" That's what $e_they always says, and each time you end up with those same sunglasses on your nose <i>and</i> this mask covering your mouth. You're glad it's winter, otherwise, you'd be dying from the heat under all these layers. Your attention is pulled back by $namee tugging your hand, $e_their expression warm. "Let's go?" "Mh," you nod, resuming your step and walking beside $e_them as you two look around, observing the heavy decorations embellishing the entire place. The lights are so bright and vivid that you feel like you'll end up blind if you take off your sunglasses. A gigantic tree sits in the middle of the mall, nearly reaching the high ceiling, decorated with garlands, ornaments, and little figurines of reindeer, snowmen, and more. With no surprise, you notice Santa Claus practically lounging on his comfy sofa, no kids around—probably more scared than happy to see this certain lazy Santa. Passing by, the stores are all decorated with their own touch. A toy shop displays a miniature winter village, complete with tiny skating figures and a train that circles endlessly around snow-dusted buildings. $namee nudging you and pointing at it with bright eyes. Next door, a bookstore's window features stacks of books arranged like a Christmas tree, topped with a golden star and wrapped in warm, yellow string lights. A clothing boutique showcasing mannequins wearing cozy sweaters and scarves, surrounded by artificial snow and silver ornaments, catches $namee's attention. You have to drag $e_them away before $e_they decides to buy it all. You try to distract your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>> when you walk by the jewelry store who catches everyone's eye with its crystal snowflakes hanging from the ceiling, reflecting rainbow prisms across their window display of glittering diamonds and precious stones. Way too pricey and you're here for last-minute stuff not to end up broke before the end of the month. Finally entering the hypermarket, you're glad $namee didn't stop at one of the earlier stores. You follow $e_them to grab a shopping cart. People around recognize $e_them easily, but most are either too busy with their own shopping or don't wanna bother $e_them, giving only furtive glances to admire your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>>. "I love this song," $namee says lightly, already humming along to the song. Completely oblivious to the attention around. ---- *[["You like every Christmas song," you point out.|CSEL13]] *[[You wrinkle your nose, already feeling annoyed. "This song is everywhere, it's getting on my nerves."|CSEL14]] *[[You shrug. "I mean, not the best one, but yeah, why not."|CSEL15]] *[[You huff a laugh. "I thought your fave was that one who talks about love at Christmas."|CSEL16]]

$namee bobs $e_their head to the melody playing through the mall's speakers. $e_Their blue eyes sparkle with amusement as $e_they turns to you. "That's not true, I just have standards, you know. And this whole ambiance is nice." "Oh really?" You arch an eyebrow, following $e_them through the aisles. "Name one Christmas song you don't like." $namee purses $e_their lips. "Hmm... Well..." You wait for $e_them to continue… and wait… "See? You can't even think of one," you nudge $e_their shoulder. "Fine, fine," $e_they concedes with a chuckle. "But can you blame me? Christmas songs are like... little pieces of joy wrapped in melodies." You roll your eyes fondly. "That was incredibly cheesy, even for you." "Cheesy only for you," $e_they teases, deliberately singing louder as you pass by the decorations aisle. "When snowflakes fall on Christmas Eve..." "Babe, people are staring," you whisper-shout, trying to suppress your laughter as you fix your cap on top of your head, tugging it further down. $e_They just grins wider, continuing to hum. "Let them stare. Besides, we need to get into the Christmas spirit if we're gonna survive dinner with both our families tonight." <i>Let them stare.</i> Easy for $e_them to say when $e_they's not the one trying not to draw attention to $e_themself. "Speaking of which," you say, pulling out your phone. "We should probably start with the shopping list before you get too carried away with the music." "Spoilsport," $e_they mumbles, but $e_their eyes are twinkling. "Alright, what's first on the list?" You check your phone, trying to hide your smile as $namee continues to hum under $e_their breath. Some things never change, and honestly? You wouldn't want them to. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL17">><</button>>

$namee's eyes sparkle with amusement, $e_their lips curling into a teasing smile, and $e_their teeth catch $e_their lower full lips. "Aw, someone's being a little Grinch today," $e_they sing-songs, purposely swaying to the festive melody just to get a rise out of you. "I swear, if I hear 'Winter Love' one more time..." you grumble, pushing the cart forward. "What? You mean this part?" $namee starts humming louder, dramatically gesturing with $e_their hands. "'Under the mistletoe, snow falling slow—'" "$namee," you click your tongue, though there's no real heat. "I'll leave you here." $e_They catches up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and reaching out to tug your cap further down your head. "No, you won't. You love me too much," $e_they says, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "Besides, who else would help you reach the top shelves?" <<if $height == "tall" or $height == "very tall">>"Right, because I need you for that," you snort, giving $e_them a pointed look. $namee snorts, nudging your hip with $e_theirs. "Show off." "I don't know how being tall is showing off," you point out before waving dismissively. "Help me with the shopping list instead of talking nonsense." You pull out your phone. "We still need to prep everything before everyone arrives tonight, and I don't want to rush because someone spent twenty minutes singing Christmas songs in the middle of the store."<<else>>"I could always ask one of the employees," you deadpan, though you lean into $e_their touch. $namee gasps, $e_their small nose scrunching and lips pouting. "Trading me for a random tall person? You'd betray me?" "Then stop being a menace and help me with the shopping list," you say, pulling out your phone. "We still need to prep everything before everyone arrives tonight, and I don't want to rush because someone spent twenty minutes singing Christmas songs in the middle of the store."<</if>> "Fine, fine," $e_they concedes with a warm smile. "What's first on the list, my little holiday grump?" <<button "NEXT" "CSEL17">><</button>>

"Not the best one?" $e_Their mouth open agape, not believing your words as $e_they walks beside you, keeping $e_their gaze on you while you push the cart forward. "How can you say that? The melody, the lyrics about snow falling and families gathering around the fireplace..." "Babe, you're describing like... every Christmas song ever," you tease, dodging a woman rushing past with her own cart. $e_Their blond hair catches the overhead lights as $e_they shakes $e_their head. "No, no, this one's special! Listen to that part coming up—" $e_They starts humming louder, $e_their finger raised in the air moving and head bobbing, drawing amused glances from nearby shoppers. "You're such a dork," you laugh, reaching to straighten $e_their sweater. "And you're getting way too into it." "Life's too short not to get into Christmas songs," $e_they declares, doing a little shimmy that makes you snort. "Come on, sing with me!" "What I'm gonna do," you say, pulling out the shopping list from your coat pocket, "is make sure we get everything we need for tonight. We can't be late with the preparations, and knowing you, you'll want everything to be perfect." $namee's eyes light up at the mention of tonight's dinner. "Right, right. Let me see that list—we should probably start with the fresh ingredients first." "Finally, you're being reasonable," you say, but can't help smiling at $e_their enthusiasm, the Christmas song still playing softly overhead. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL17">><</button>>

"Wait, which one?" $namee asks, stopping in $e_their tracks. "You know, the one about finding your soulmate under the snow or something," you tease, watching $e_their blue agate eyes light up in recognition. "Oh, 'Winter Love'! Yeah, that's definitely in my top five," $e_they grins, resuming $e_their steps while swaying to the current song. "But I also love 'Christmas Magic', and 'Snow Angels', and–" "And basically every Christmas song ever made," you interrupt with a playful smirk. $namee gasps dramatically, placing a hand over $e_their heart. "How dare you call me out like that? It's not my fault Christmas does things to me!" "Things like making you want to buy an entire boutique's worth of sweaters?" you remind $e_them, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, those were cute! And the scarves were so soft, we could've had matching outfits..." $e_they defends $e_themself, that adorable pout of $e_their making an appearance. "Besides, Christmas songs just make everything better. The decorations, the shopping, the–" "The being late to prepare everything for tonight?" you cut in, waving the shopping list in front of $e_their face. "C'mon, winter $e_boy, we need to get started if we want everything ready before everyone arrives." "Fine, fine," $e_they sighs, but $e_their smile never falters. "But I'm still gonna hum along to every song that plays." "Wouldn't expect anything less from you," you say fondly. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL17">><</button>>

You push the shopping cart down the aisle, watching with fond exasperation as $namee gets distracted by yet another display. This time, it's a collection of novelty kitchen gadgets that you're pretty sure no one actually needs. "Look!" $e_They holds up what appears to be an avocado slicer shaped like a dolphin. "We definitely need this." "We absolutely do not," you laugh, checking your shopping list. "We need to focus. Your mom's going to be here in a few hours, and we still haven't gotten half the ingredients for dinner. We haven't even prepared anything yet." $namee's expression falls slowly as $e_they puts the gadget reluctantly back with a dejected look. "Mom would probably have something to say about dolphin-shaped anything on her plate anyway." $e_They falls into step beside you, peering at the list over your shoulder. "What's next?" "Fresh herbs for the—$namee, I swear to god." You catch $e_them trying to sneakily add a package of light-up chopsticks to the cart. "But they're perfect! Think about it—when the power goes out, we can still eat in style," $e_they says it with a proud nod, as if it explains everything and makes a good point. "When was the last time we had a power outage?" "We could have one tonight, you never know." <<if $serious == "yes">>You pinch the bridge of your nose, fighting back a smile. "We won't take it." "But babe...." $e_they whines. Geez, sometimes you wonder if $e_they's 26 or 10. "Put them back. We need to get serious here. Your $a_brother's bringing that fancy wine $a_they won't shut up about, and I refuse to let $a_them have another reason to be smug."<<else>>A snort escapes your lips despite yourself as you try to keep serious.... even if it's not your thing. One of you has to be serious...... "Think we could take them, just in case?" $e_Their whole face lights up in an instant. "Yeah?" You kick yourself inwardly. <i>Serious</i>, you gotta stay serious. "Nah, we should probably put them back. We need to get serious here. Your $a_brother's bringing that fancy wine $a_they won't shut up about, and I refuse to let $a_them have another reason to be smug."<</if>> "Ah yes, my dear baby $a_brother, the wine connoisseur," $namee rolls $e_their eyes, but $e_their tone is more affectionate than anything. "Did you know $a_they actually took a sommelier course last month?" "Of course $a_they did," you mutter, steering the cart toward the produce section. "Meanwhile, I still can't tell the difference between a Merlot and a Cabernet." "Don't worry about it. Athiel's just going through $a_their 'I'm so sophisticated' phase. Just like when $a_they went through that period where $a_they only spoke in movie quotes." You snort, picking through some basil leaves. Being arrogant is a phase Athiel can't seem to get out of. "God, that was awful. Though not as bad as when $a_they decided to become a 'professional food critic' and spent three months insulting everyone's cooking." "Poor Ekissa nearly threw hands with $a_them over that carbonara comment." No surprise there. Ekissa's carbonara was horrible... but like people say, it's the thought that counts, right? $namee chuckles, then gets distracted by a display of seasonal fruits. "We should get some strawberries. Mom loves strawberries." You bite back a comment about how $e_their mother loves anything she can criticize. Instead, you say, "Sure, grab a pack. And get some extra for Payton, you know she'll bring that chocolate dip she always makes." "Charlie better not hog it all this time," $namee grumbles, carefully selecting the best-looking package. "Last time, I only got two strawberries before it was all gone." "That's because you spent twenty minutes arranging them into a smiley face for Instagram. You took too much time choosing a filter," you remind $e_them. "It was art!" $e_They protests. ---- *[[You add, wiggling your brows. "You should've taken some pics of me for your home screen instead."|CSEL18]] *[["And it's not like I didn't save some on the side for you," you add with a small smile. |CSEL19]] *[[You add with a warm smile. "And that day I let you eat all mine."|CSEL20]] *[["Yeah... I didn't have any either," you sigh.|CSEL21]]

"Should I start now?" $e_they hums pensively, grabbing $e_their phone and pointing it your way. You blink, letting out a small laugh as you pose for the camera. "Please, go ahead." "Too bad I can't have your pretty face in those pics, though," $e_they mumbles, snapping photos in rapid succession as you continue to pose with your mask, cap, and sunglasses. "You just look like an idiot right now..." <<if $playful == "yes">>You gasp in mock outrage. "How dare you? I thought I looked like a badass?"<<else>>You cock a brow. "Oh so now I look like an idiot? I remember a certain someone saying how hot and badass I was earlier."<</if>> $namee laughs, finally done with the pics and puts $e_their phone back in $e_their pocket. "I'm kidding, babe. No one is as hot and badass as my <<if $gender == "man">>husband<<elseif $gender == "woman">>wife<<else>>spouse<</if>>." Your features soften. <i><<if $gender == "man">>husband<<elseif $gender == "woman">>wife<<else>>spouse<</if>></i>. Yeah, you like the sound of it. "Trying to get off the hook?" "Only speaking the truth here," $e_their nose brushes against your cheek—well, your mask. "Who needs a Harry Styles or a Madison Beer, or a Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie when I have a $name $surname?" "Smooth talker," you huff, pushing $e_their face with a movement of your face. "Smooth talker only telling the truth," $e_they corrects. You roll your eyes, only responding with a "mh" even if a giddy smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Dropping the strawberries into the cart, $e_they continues. "By the way, did Ekissa say what time $j_they's coming? You know how $j_they gets when dinner starts without $j_them." "$j_They said $j_they'll be here early," you reply, consulting your phone. "Though 'early' in Ekissa time could mean anything from three hours before to five minutes late." $namee suddenly gasps, and you look up, expecting another random gadget to have caught $e_their eye. Instead, $e_they's staring at a display of cookie dough with an intensity that makes you nervous. "No," you say before $e_they can open $e_their mouth. "But—" "We are making everything from scratch. Your mother already thinks I'm not good enough for you. I'm not giving her ammunition by serving store-bought cookies. And what happened to—" you clear your throat to impersonate $e_them. "How dare you even suggest that regular cookies are acceptable for Christmas?" $e_They wraps $e_their arms around you from behind, <<if $height == "very tall">>tiptoeing to rest<<else>>resting<</if>> $e_their chin on your shoulder. You expect $e_them to plead $e_their case, but instead, $e_they murmurs. "You know I don't care what she thinks, right? You're perfect for me, homemade cookies or not." You lean back into $e_their embrace, letting out a small sigh. "I know. I just... I want tonight to be perfect." "It will be," $e_they promises, pressing a kiss to your temple. "And if it's not, we can always break out those light-up chopsticks I definitely didn't hide under the lettuce." "$namee!" But $e_they's already laughing to $e_themself and fleeing the scene with the shopping cart. ---- *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Get back in here before you get hurt," you sigh, already trying to catch up to your lover before he injures himself running like this.|CSEL22]]<<else>>[["Get back in here before you get hurt," you sigh, already trying to catch up to your lover before she injures herself running like this.|CSEL22]]<</if>> *[["I swear to god, if I catch you," you narrow your eyes at your spouse back, get ready—and run.|CSEL23]] *[[A grin spread on your lips as you prepare yourself to run after your lover. "Oh it's on."|CSEL24]] *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Elias!" You try again, torn between laughing and being worried as you catch up to him. "C'mon, be careful, babe."|CSEL25]]<<else>>[["Ellie!" You try again, torn between laughing and being worried as you catch up to her. "C'mon, be careful, babe."|CSEL25]]<</if>>

$e_Their features melt into something softer as $e_they reaches out to cover your hand. "That's because you're the best <<if $gender == "man">>husband<<elseif $gender == "woman">>wife<<else>>spouse<</if>> I could ask for." "Am I?" you turn your palm up to interlace your fingers, the brown diamond on $e_their ring catching the light. "Uh-huh," $e_they nods eagerly. "I mean, even if you do eat my last snacks sometimes." You roll your eyes so hard you're impressed they're still in their sockets. Of course $e_they'd bring that topic back to the table. "You always say it's for both of us, only to eat them all yourself." "It's you who got me in the habit of eating them all alone," $e_they protests. "So now I'm not used to you actually eating them." "Oh, so it's my fault now?" $e_They winks at you. "Exactly." "Because I'm letting you eat the snacks most of the time?" "Because you spoil me by letting me eat all the snacks. You know how much I love them after work. You deliberately buy only the ones I love, and I have to add the ones <i>you</i> love so you can eat them when you feel like it." $e_They explains, $e_their doe eyes crinkling tenderly. You sigh fondly, $e_their words warming you in this cold winter. You lean in to press a kiss against $e_their jaw before pulling away. "You made your point." Dropping the strawberries into the cart, $e_they continues. "By the way, did Ekissa say what time $j_they's coming? You know how $j_they gets when dinner starts without $j_them." "$j_They said $j_they'll be here early," you reply, consulting your phone. "Though 'early' in Ekissa time could mean anything from three hours before to five minutes late." $namee suddenly gasps, and you look up, expecting another random gadget to have caught $e_their eye. Instead, $e_they's staring at a display of cookie dough with an intensity that makes you nervous. "No," you say before $e_they can open $e_their mouth. "But—" "We are making everything from scratch. Your mother already thinks I'm not good enough for you. I'm not giving her ammunition by serving store-bought cookies. And what happened to—" you clear your throat to impersonate $e_them. "How dare you even suggest that regular cookies are acceptable for Christmas?" $e_They wraps $e_their arms around you from behind, <<if $height == "very tall">>tiptoeing to rest<<else>>resting<</if>> $e_their chin on your shoulder. You expect $e_them to plead $e_their case, but instead, $e_they murmurs. "You know I don't care what she thinks, right? You're perfect for me, homemade cookies or not." You lean back into $e_their embrace, letting out a small sigh. "I know. I just... I want tonight to be perfect." "It will be," $e_they promises, pressing a kiss to your temple. "And if it's not, we can always break out those light-up chopsticks I definitely didn't hide under the lettuce." "$namee!" But $e_they's already laughing to $e_themself and fleeing the scene with the shopping cart. ---- *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Get back in here before you get hurt," you sigh, already trying to catch up to your lover before he injures himself running like this.|CSEL22]]<<else>>[["Get back in here before you get hurt," you sigh, already trying to catch up to your lover before she injures herself running like this.|CSEL22]]<</if>> *[["I swear to god, if I catch you," you narrow your eyes at your spouse back, get ready—and run.|CSEL23]] *[[A grin spread on your lips as you prepare yourself to run after your lover. "Oh it's on."|CSEL24]] *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Elias!" You try again, torn between laughing and being worried as you catch up to him. "C'mon, be careful, babe."|CSEL25]]<<else>>[["Ellie!" You try again, torn between laughing and being worried as you catch up to her. "C'mon, be careful, babe."|CSEL25]]<</if>>

"That's because you love to spoil your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>>," $e_they says lightly. "I don't spoil you that much," you retort weakly, but the warmth in your expression gives you away. "Oh really?" $namee raises an eyebrow, lips twitching. "What about that time you bought me three different flavors of ice cream just because I couldn't decide?" You remember $e_their face, that tiny frown between $e_their brows, the serious look, the way $e_their teeth trapped $e_their lower lip in hesitation. "You looked so sad staring at the freezer..." "Or when you got up at 4 AM to make me breakfast before that early photoshoot?" "You needed the energy," you shake your head. "And you worked late the day before." "Face it, babe," $e_they leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. "You're a big softie who can't help but spoil when it comes to me." "Only because you make that puppy face," you sigh defeatedly, offering $e_them another warm smile. "What puppy face?" $e_They asks innocently, before making the exact expression you're talking about—wide doe blue eyes, slight pout, the works. "That one! Stop it," you laugh, playfully shoving $e_their shoulder. "We need to finish shopping or we'll be late for dinner." "Fine, fine," $e_they chuckles, dropping the act. "But for the record? I love spoiling you too." "I know," you murmur softly. Dropping the strawberries into the cart, $e_they continues. "By the way, did Ekissa say what time $j_they's coming? You know how $j_they gets when dinner starts without $j_them." "$j_They said $j_they'll be here early," you reply, consulting your phone. "Though 'early' in Ekissa time could mean anything from three hours before to five minutes late." $namee suddenly gasps, and you look up, expecting another random gadget to have caught $e_their eye. Instead, $e_they's staring at a display of cookie dough with an intensity that makes you nervous. "No," you say before $e_they can open $e_their mouth. "But—" "We are making everything from scratch. Your mother already thinks I'm not good enough for you. I'm not giving her ammunition by serving store-bought cookies. And what happened to—" you clear your throat to impersonate $e_them. "How dare you even suggest that regular cookies are acceptable for Christmas?" $e_They wraps $e_their arms around you from behind, <<if $height == "very tall">>tiptoeing to rest<<else>>resting<</if>> $e_their chin on your shoulder. You expect $e_them to plead $e_their case, but instead, $e_they murmurs. "You know I don't care what she thinks, right? You're perfect for me, homemade cookies or not." You lean back into $e_their embrace, letting out a small sigh. "I know. I just... I want tonight to be perfect." "It will be," $e_they promises, pressing a kiss to your temple. "And if it's not, we can always break out those light-up chopsticks I definitely didn't hide under the lettuce." "$namee!" But $e_they's already laughing to $e_themself and fleeing the scene with the shopping cart. ---- *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Get back in here before you get hurt," you sigh, already trying to catch up to your lover before he injures himself running like this.|CSEL22]]<<else>>[["Get back in here before you get hurt," you sigh, already trying to catch up to your lover before she injures herself running like this.|CSEL22]]<</if>> *[["I swear to god, if I catch you," you narrow your eyes at your spouse back, get ready—and run.|CSEL23]] *[[A grin spread on your lips as you prepare yourself to run after your lover. "Oh it's on."|CSEL24]] *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Elias!" You try again, torn between laughing and being worried as you catch up to him. "C'mon, be careful, babe."|CSEL25]]<<else>>[["Ellie!" You try again, torn between laughing and being worried as you catch up to her. "C'mon, be careful, babe."|CSEL25]]<</if>>

"What? But I thought–" $namee pauses mid-sentence, $e_their blue eyes widening in realization. "Wait, you didn't get to eat any?" "Nope. Charlie and your brother were like vacuum cleaners that day." "Why didn't you tell me?" $e_They frowns. "I would've saved you some of mine!" "You were so happy with your Instagram post, I didn't want to ruin the moment," you shrug, checking your shopping list. "And you ate only two." "That's it," $namee declares, grabbing two packages of strawberries. "We're getting double this time." "$namee, that's too much–" "Nope, not hearing it. And I'm making a rule—you get first dibs on these ones." "What happened to 'sharing is caring'?" you tease. "Sharing can wait until after my <<if $gender == "man">>husband<<elseif $gender == "woman">>wife<<else>>spouse<</if>> gets $m_their strawberries. Besides, Charlie can deal with it. He ate your share last time, so this is karma." "You're ridiculous," you laugh, shaking your head. "Ridiculously in love with you, maybe," $e_they winks. "Now, let's hurry before they close. I have plans for these strawberries and you." "What am I going to do with you," you sigh fondly. Dropping the strawberries into the cart, $e_they continues. "By the way, did Ekissa say what time $j_they's coming? You know how $j_they gets when dinner starts without $j_them." "$j_They said $j_they'll be here early," you reply, consulting your phone. "Though 'early' in Ekissa time could mean anything from three hours before to five minutes late." $namee suddenly gasps, and you look up, expecting another random gadget to have caught $e_their eye. Instead, $e_they's staring at a display of cookie dough with an intensity that makes you nervous. "No," you say before $e_they can open $e_their mouth. "But—" "We are making everything from scratch. Your mother already thinks I'm not good enough for you. I'm not giving her ammunition by serving store-bought cookies. And what happened to—" you clear your throat to impersonate $e_them. "How dare you even suggest that regular cookies are acceptable for Christmas?" $e_They wraps $e_their arms around you from behind, <<if $height == "very tall">>tiptoeing to rest<<else>>resting<</if>> $e_their chin on your shoulder. You expect $e_them to plead $e_their case, but instead, $e_they murmurs. "You know I don't care what she thinks, right? You're perfect for me, homemade cookies or not." You lean back into $e_their embrace, letting out a small sigh. "I know. I just... I want tonight to be perfect." "It will be," $e_they promises, pressing a kiss to your temple. "And if it's not, we can always break out those light-up chopsticks I definitely didn't hide under the lettuce." "$namee!" But $e_they's already laughing to $e_themself and fleeing the scene with the shopping cart. ---- *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Get back in here before you get hurt," you sigh, already trying to catch up to your lover before he injures himself running like this.|CSEL22]]<<else>>[["Get back in here before you get hurt," you sigh, already trying to catch up to your lover before she injures herself running like this.|CSEL22]]<</if>> *[["I swear to god, if I catch you," you narrow your eyes at your spouse back, get ready—and run.|CSEL23]] *[[A grin spread on your lips as you prepare yourself to run after your lover. "Oh it's on."|CSEL24]] *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Elias!" You try again, torn between laughing and being worried as you catch up to him. "C'mon, be careful, babe."|CSEL25]]<<else>>[["Ellie!" You try again, torn between laughing and being worried as you catch up to her. "C'mon, be careful, babe."|CSEL25]]<</if>>

You can hear $e_their laughter echoing through the aisles as $e_they pushes the cart like a kid with a new toy. A few other shoppers give $e_them bemused looks, but most just step aside, some hiding smiles at $e_their antics. Your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>> has that effect on people—it's hard to be annoyed at someone who radiates such pure joy. "$namee," you call out again, picking up your pace as $e_they narrowly avoids colliding with a display of cereal boxes. "Stop running like that." "Catch me if you can!" $e_they snickers, throwing you a wink above $e_their shoulder. You snap your eyes shut with a deep inhale. You don't know where you found the strength to handle $e_them all these years, really. Love makes you absolutely weak. "I'm serious, you're going to—" $e_They takes a sharp turn into the next aisle, and you hear a startled "Oops!" followed by the distinctive sound of something falling. Your heart jumps to your throat as you round the corner, already imagining broken jars or squashed produce. God, you hope it's cheap. You won't pay for something that costs an arm and a leg. You didn't work as a waiter in a shady restaurant to waste all your pay on expensive olive oil or whatever pricey stuff they have here. Instead, you find $namee frozen in place, shopping cart stopped just inches from a tower of paper towel rolls, with about five packages scattered on the floor. $e_They turns to you with that sheepish smile you know all too well, the one that usually means $e_they's about to charm $e_their way out of trouble. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL26">><</button>>

Your feet carry you swiftly through the aisles, dodging an elderly woman with her cart and narrowly avoiding a stack of cereal boxes. You can hear $namee's laughter echoing ahead, mixed with the squeaking wheels of the cart $e_they's pushing. "Excuse me. Sorry," you call out as you weave between shoppers, keeping your eyes locked on that distinctive blond head. $e_They glances back, those blue eyes shining with mischief when $e_they sees you gaining on $e_them. "Gotta be faster than that!" $e_they taunts, making a sharp turn into the frozen foods section. The cart wobbles dangerously, and a package of pasta nearly topples out. You're closing in now, your competitive spirit fully awakened. The cool air from the freezers hits your face as you sprint past them, and you can see $namee starting to slow down—probably realizing $e_they's running out of escape routes. "Got nowhere to go now, Winter!" you call out, satisfaction coursing through you as $e_they reaches a dead end at the dairy section. $e_They spins around, cart between you both, looking absolutely delighted despite being cornered. "Okay, okay, you win," $e_they laughs, holding $e_their hands up in surrender. "But you have to admit, those chopsticks would've been worth it." Just when you think you got $e_them? A grin split $e_their face and in a blink of an eye, $e_they's already running past you with the shopping cart, forcing you to turn around to follow $e_their retreating form with your gaze. "Babe, you should–" $e_They takes a sharp turn into the next aisle, and you hear a startled "Oops!" followed by the distinctive sound of something falling. Your heart jumps to your throat as you round the corner, already imagining broken jars or squashed produce. God, you hope it's cheap. You won't pay for something that costs an arm and a leg. You didn't work as a waiter in a shady restaurant to waste all your pay on expensive olive oil or whatever pricey stuff they have here. Instead, you find $namee frozen in place, shopping cart stopped just inches from a tower of paper towel rolls, with about five packages scattered on the floor. $e_They turns to you with that sheepish smile you know all too well, the one that usually means $e_they's about to charm $e_their way out of trouble. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL26">><</button>>

You dash through the aisles, dodging other shoppers with quick "sorry!" and "excuse me!" as you chase after your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>>. You can hear $e_their laughter echoing ahead, the wheels of the shopping cart squeaking as $e_they maneuvers it like $e_they's in some kind of racing game. Both of you look like kids playing in kindergarten. "Ladies and gentlemen," $e_they announces to no one in particular as $e_they takes a sharp turn into the cereal aisle, "witness the great cart race of 2024!" "You're such a dork!" you call out, picking up speed. You're gaining on $e_them now, and you can see the moment $e_they realizes it—his eyes widening comically when $e_they glances back. "Oh shit," $e_they laughs, trying to speed up but struggling with the weight of the groceries. "This is harder than it looked in my head!" You're almost within reaching distance when $e_they makes another turn, this time into the pet supplies aisle. The cart wobbles dangerously, and several bags of dog food witness your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>>'s graceless attempt at drifting. "Getting tired?" you tease, your breath coming out in small puffs of laughter. "Never!" $e_they declares, but you can see $e_them slowing down, $e_their own laughter making it hard for $e_them to keep up the pace. "Though I might have slightly overestimated my cart-racing abilities." $e_They takes a sharp turn into the next aisle, and you hear a startled "Oops!" followed by the distinctive sound of something falling. Your heart jumps to your throat as you round the corner, already imagining broken jars or squashed produce. God, you hope it's cheap. You won't pay for something that costs an arm and a leg. You didn't work as a waiter in a shady restaurant to waste all your pay on expensive olive oil or whatever pricey stuff they have here. Instead, you find $namee frozen in place, shopping cart stopped just inches from a tower of paper towel rolls, with about five packages scattered on the floor. $e_They turns to you with that sheepish smile you know all too well, the one that usually means $e_they's about to charm $e_their way out of trouble. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL26">><</button>>

$e_They's still giggling like a kid who just stole cookies from the jar, zigzagging between the aisles with the cart. A few other shoppers give $e_them amused looks as $e_they passes by, $e_their blond hair bouncing with each movement. You can't help but smile despite your concerns, $e_their joy has always been infectious. "Slow down," you call out, finally managing to catch up just as $e_they takes a sharp turn into the snack aisle. "You're going to crash into something!" "Don't worry so much," $e_they throws over $e_their shoulder, but $e_they does slow down a bit. "I used to do this all the time as a kid. I'm a cart-racing pro!" "You're not," you can't help but laugh as you fast walk behind $e_them, adjusting your cap on your head. "You'll get hurt if you keep going." Your heart skips a beat when $e_they nearly crashes into an elderly lady examining canned goods, but $e_they manages to swerve at the last second, throwing her an apologetic smile over $e_their shoulder. The cart's wheels squeak as $e_they takes another sharp turn. "Sorry! Excuse me! Coming through!" $e_Their cheerful voice echoes through the store, followed by the sound of $e_their laughter. You quicken your pace, dodging other shoppers while keeping your eyes fixed on $e_their blond head bobbing between the shelves. Even while being absolutely ridiculous, $e_they somehow manages to look like $e_they just stepped off a photoshoot. "You're going to get us kicked out!" you call out, watching $e_them narrowly avoid a display of stacked soup cans. $e_They takes a sharp turn into the next aisle, and you hear a startled "Oops!" followed by the distinctive sound of something falling. Your heart jumps to your throat as you round the corner, already imagining broken jars or squashed produce. God, you hope it's cheap. You won't pay for something that costs an arm and a leg. You didn't work as a waiter in a shady restaurant to waste all your pay on expensive olive oil or whatever pricey stuff they have here. Instead, you find $namee frozen in place, shopping cart stopped just inches from a tower of paper towel rolls, with about five packages scattered on the floor. $e_They turns to you with that sheepish smile you know all too well, the one that usually means $e_they's about to charm $e_their way out of trouble. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL26">><</button>>

"So..." $e_they starts, already bending down to pick up the fallen items. "In my defense, gravity was clearly not cooperating today." You move to help $e_them, shaking your head but unable to keep the fondness out of your voice. "Ugh, what am I gonna do with you… You're impossible." "Impossibly charming?" $e_they suggests, straightening up with an armful of paper towel packages. "Impossibly going to give me a heart attack one of these days," you correct $e_them, carefully placing the last package back on the display. "What if you'd crashed into someone?" $e_They has the grace to look slightly abashed, $e_their earrings moving as $e_they tilts $e_their head here and there. "I was being careful… Well, careful-ish. Besides," $e_they adds, stepping closer to wrap an arm around your neck, "I knew you'd catch up to me before anything bad happened. You always do." You lean into $e_them despite yourself. You reach across the cart to flick $e_their forehead, but you're fighting back a smile. "You're lucky I love you." "The luckiest," $e_they agrees without hesitation, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your lips through the mask before releasing you. "Now, shall we finish our shopping like responsible adults?" "That'd be nice." "Great!" $e_They grabs the cart handle again, and you see that familiar mischievous glint in $e_their blue eyes. "Race you to the dairy aisle!" "Don't you dare—" But $e_they's already power-walking away, throwing you an innocent look over $e_their shoulder as if to say 'What? I'm not running!' You can only follow, trying to suppress your laugh. Sometimes loving $namee feels like trying to contain a ray of sunshine, impossible, but you wouldn't have it any other way. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL27">><</button>>

Finally paying for your things, the cashier scans your items, but her eyes remain on $namee. The model doesn't seem to notice, too focused on nuzzling against your shoulder and poking your side like an overgrown puppy asking for attention. ---- *[[Your attention, though, is on the cashier, your eyes narrowed as if silently screaming with just your expression, "wanna fight?"|CSEL28]] *[[Your attention, though, is on the cashier, your eyes narrowed as you try your best to suppress the jealousy.|CSEL29]] *[[You just sigh fondly, rubbing your lover's back while smiling politely to the cashier. Your spouse IS hot, can't blame people for wanting to admire a masterpiece.|CSEL30]]

Your glare could melt ice as you watch the cashier's eyes roam over your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>>'s frame for the hundredth time. You have no idea how she feels your gaze through your sunglasses, but she finally looks your way, squinting before realizing you're staring (glaring) at her. She awkwardly looks away, fumbling with the next item. "Baby," $namee whines in a whisper against your shoulder, completely oblivious to the tension as $e_they pokes your side again. "Are you listening?" "Mh?" you ask, your hands starting to soothingly rub along $e_their back while maintaining eye contact with the cashier. "Sorry, <i>love</i>, what were you saying?" The cashier's cheeks flush as she quickly scans the remaining items, but her eyes still drift to $namee every few seconds. "You're being grumpy," $namee notices with a laugh, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "What's wrong?" <<if $charm == "yes">>"Nothing's wrong," you reply sweetly, though your tone carries a hint of steel. "Just making sure everyone knows what's what. I mean, can't have them thinking that my <i><<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>></i> is on the market."<<else>><</if>>"I'm not being grumpy," you reply but your glare is still on the woman. "Just making sure everyone knows what's what. I mean, can't have them thinking that my <i><<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>></i> is on the market." The cashier practically squeaks at that, nearly dropping the bottle she's scanning. "Yours, huh?" $namee grins, nuzzling closer as $e_they can't help but check the brown diamond of $e_their ring. "I like the sound of that." <<if $charm == "yes">>"Good," you say, turning to kiss $e_their temple while shooting one last pointed look at the cashier. "Because you are. Very much so."<<else>>"Mh," you say, turning to kiss $e_their temple while shooting one last pointed look at the cashier. "Good."<</if>> "That'll be $157.43," the cashier mumbles, carefully avoiding eye contact now. You pull out your card, swiping it with perhaps more force than necessary. <<if $charm == "yes">>"Thank you so much for your... attention to detail," you say with a sharp smile.<<else>>"Hope you have a great day," you say through gritted teeth, eyes still glowering on the cashier.<</if>> "C'mon, possessive kitten," $namee laughs, grabbing most of the bags before you can reach them. "We've got a dinner to prepare." As you walk away, you can't help but throw one last look over your shoulder, satisfied to see the cashier has suddenly become very interested in reorganizing her register. "You know," $namee whispers in your ear as you head toward the exit. "You're really hot when you get jealous." <<button "NEXT" "CSEL31">><</button>>

Your eyes are practically burning holes into the cashier's head as she continues to stare at your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>>, though you manage to keep your expression neutral. The young woman glances your way, squinting her eyes in an attempt to see through your sunglasses. Finally noticing your stare, she smiles awkwardly and quickly averts her gaze to focus on scanning your items. "Baby," $namee whines, poking your side again. "Are you even listening?" "I am," you reply smoothly, though your eyes keep darting to the cashier who's now fumbling with the items. $namee notices your subtle glances and grins, pressing a warm kiss against your cheek. "No, you're not. You're too busy giving death glares." <<if $charm == "yes">>"I would never," you say innocently, finally turning to face $e_them. "I'm just admiring how the ring on my finger catches the light every time I move my hand." The cashier's movements stutter at your words, and you have to bite back a satisfied smirk. "You just wanna show off," $namee chuckles, bumping your hips with $e_theirs. "Guilty as charged."<<else>>"I'm not," you snort, finally turning to face $e_them. "Just some flies getting on my nerves." "Flies?" $namee raises a brow. "Mh, flies that don't seem to know you're taken and married," you nod slowly.<</if>> "That'll be... um, $157.43," the cashier mumbles, refusing to meet either of your gazes now. "Here you go," $namee chirps happily, completely oblivious to the tension as $e_they hands over $e_their card. $e_They's still draped over your shoulder like an affectionate cat, nuzzling into your neck. <<if $charm == "yes">>"Thanks for your service," you say pleasantly, though there's a subtle edge to your voice. "C'mon, babe, we still need to prepare everything for tonight."<<else>>"Thanks," you grunt, already focusing back on your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>>. "C'mon, babe, we still need to prepare everything for tonight."<</if>> "I can't wait to see everyone's face when they taste our cooking," $namee beams, grabbing most of the bags before you can protest. As you both walk away, you can't help but feel a little smug when you hear the cashier let out a relieved sigh. You still grab half of the bags from $namee from $e_their hands, offering a kiss against $e_their shoulder. You weren't jealous, not at all. You were just... showing what's what. Subtly. Very subtly. "You know," $namee whispers in your ear as you reach the exit. "You're cute when you're trying not to be jealous." "I have no idea what you're talking about," you reply innocently, but you can't help the small smile tugging at your lips when $e_they laughs. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL31">><</button>>

You catch the cashier's lingering gaze on your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>> and can't help but smile. While she scans your items, you lean slightly forward. "$e_They's quite something to look at, isn't $e_they?" The cashier's cheeks flush immediately as she fumbles with the next item. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to stare, that was so unprofessional of me." "Don't worry about it," you wave dismissively, running your fingers through $namee's hair as $e_they continues to nuzzle against your shoulder. "I get it. Though I should mention $e_they's very much taken." $namee perks up at this, finally noticing the conversation. $e_Their blue agate eyes sparkle with pride and love as $e_they straightens up, proudly holding up $e_their left hand. "Married, actually! Look at this beauty my <<if $gender == "man">>husband<<elseif $gender == "woman">>wife<<else>>spouse<</if>> picked for me." The brown diamond catches the lights, making it shimmer. The cashier's eyes widen in appreciation. "Woaaah, that's gorgeous! And unique too, I've never seen a brown diamond before." "Right?" $namee beams, practically bouncing on $e_their feet. "<<if $eyecolor == "brown">>It matches $m_their eyes perfectly and it's my fave color!<<else>>It's my favorite color!<</if>> I fall in love with it all over again every time I look at it, just like I do with $m_them." You roll your eyes fondly. "You're such a sap." "<i>Your</i> sap," $e_they counters. The cashier finishes scanning your items with a genuine smile. "You two are adorable. That'll be $157.43." After paying and gathering your bags, you head toward the exit, $namee still attached to your side like an affectionate koala. "You just had to show off that ring, didn't you?" you tease as you walk through the parking lot. "Always," $e_they grins, linking $e_their fingers with yours. "Gotta let everyone know I'm the luckiest $e_man alive." <<button "NEXT" "CSEL31">><</button>>

The ride home is filled with $namee humming Christmas songs <i>again</i> while you both plan the evening's dinner. As soon as you step into your shared house, $namee drops the bags on the kitchen island and hurries to wrap $e_their arms around your stomach from behind. "What should we start with first?" $e_they murmurs against your neck, peering at the groceries. "Well, first you need to let me go so I can actually cook," you chuckle, patting $e_their hands. "Nope, not happening. I can help like this," $e_they argues playfully, reaching for the potatoes while still holding you. "See? Multitasking." "$namee," you huff a chuckle as $e_they almost drops them. "C'mon, be serious. We gotta prepare everything and get ready before everyone arrives." You move around the spacious kitchen, pulling out pots and pans while $namee arranges the ingredients. The afternoon sun streams through the large windows, casting a warm glow over your kitchen. The Christmas tree $namee turned on earlier in the living room visible from here twinkles with its lights, adding to the festive atmosphere. "Hey, love?" $namee calls, holding up two different types of wine. "Red or white for the sauce?" "Red," you answer, already preheating the oven. "And can you check if we have enough chairs in the dining room? Your parents mentioned they might bring your aunt." "On it!" $e_They presses a quick kiss to your cheek before disappearing into the dining room, $e_their footsteps echoing through the hallway of your house. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL32">><</button>>

After two and a half hours of cooking, cleaning, and setting up, you both collapse onto the plush couch in your living room. You sigh, letting yourself relax against the soft cushion, your body sinking into it. This was… exhausting. You're glad it's finally done; now all you can do is get ready and enjoy the rest of the day with your <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>>. The house smells amazing, a mix of roasted turkey, spices, and the pine scent from your Christmas tree. The coffee table has been pushed aside to make room for more seating later, and soft Christmas music plays from the speakers—$namee's and your favorite ones. $namee shifts beside you, $e_their head falling onto your shoulder as $e_they lets out a content sigh. You can feel the warmth of $e_their body seeping through your clothes, comforting and familiar. $e_Their fingers find yours, intertwining them together as $e_their thumb traces lazy circles on your skin. $e_They's calmer now; there's always this shift—playful to calm and warm, calm to playful. This contrast is so $e_them, a blend you've grown used to and love like the very first day. "I love you," $e_they murmurs suddenly, $e_their voice soft and filled with emotion. You turn your head slightly to look at $e_them, finding $e_their blue agate eyes already watching you with so much tenderness it makes your heart skip a beat. The afternoon light streaming through the windows catches $e_their blond hair, making it look almost golden and amplifying $e_their angelic features. "What brought this on?" you ask with a gentle smile, squeezing $e_their hand. "Nothing specific," $e_they shrugs, bringing your joined hands up to press a kiss to your knuckles. "Just... looking at our home, all decorated for Christmas, smelling the food we made together... Sometimes it hits me how lucky I am to have this life with you." You lean in to press your forehead against $e_theirs, feeling overwhelmed with affection for this $e_man who can be so playful one moment and deeply sincere the next. "I love you too," you whisper back, causing $e_them to smile that bright smile you fell in love with. ---- *[["I'm glad I met you, babe," you add in a vulnerable whisper as you smile softly.|CSEL33]] *[[You swallow with a shaky smile, trying to contain the tears. "I've never been so happy in my life as Iam right now with you."|CSEL34]] *[["Even if you snore sometimes," you joke with a grin.|CSEL35]] *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Why is it getting so serious all of sudden?" you ask with a laugh, squishing his cheeks. "Not like there's anything to be sad about, right? Let's enjoy today and the many years ahead together."|CSEL36]]<<else>>[["Why is it getting so serious all of sudden?" you ask with a laugh, squishing her cheeks. "Not like there's anything to be sad about, right? Let's enjoy today and the many years ahead together."|CSEL36]]<</if>>

$namee's eyes widen slightly, $e_their breath catching at your words. $e_Their grip on your hand tightens just a fraction as $e_they shifts to face you fully on the couch. "Yeah?" $e_they asks, $e_their voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder might break this tender moment between you. "Yeah," you confirm, reaching up with your free hand to brush that rebellious strand of $e_their blond hair away from $e_their face. $e_They catches $e_their lower lip with $e_their teeth, sniffing as $e_they nods. "I'm glad I met you too. You have no idea how–" $e_Their breath hitches. You can see $e_them blinking multiple times as if trying to make the tears disappear. Your hand comes to cup $e_their cheek, thumb brushing $e_their skin. "I know. In the end, we found each other, right? The past is in the past now." "You're right," $e_they agrees in a murmur. "And that was the best day of my life, the day I met you. I didn't know a relationship could be this healthy." $e_Their self-deprecating laugh echoes in the room. You shake your head, leaning closer to rest your forehead against $e_theirs. "Let's not cry on a day that's supposed to be a happy one." $e_Their lips curl in a tender grin again, stealing a quick kiss against your lips. "It's happy tears," $e_they murmurs, $e_their breath ghosting over your lips. "Very super happy tears for having a person so perfect by my side, loving me for all I am just like I love you for all of you." "Cheesy," you whisper back, but your voice is thick with emotion. "Only for you, babe," $e_they responds, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. "Only ever for you." $namee straightens up, stretching $e_their arms above $e_their head. "We should probably take a shower before everyone arrives," $e_they suggests, standing up and pulling you with $e_them when you take $e_their offered hand. "We've been cooking all afternoon and I definitely need to freshen up." $e_Their eyes sparkle with mischief as $e_they adds, "Care to join me? You know, to save water and all that." "Is that your only reason?" you tease, already letting $e_them lead you towards the stairs. "Well," $e_they grins, walking backward up the steps while keeping $e_their eyes on you, "I might have a few other motivations. But mostly it's about being environmentally conscious, obviously." "Obviously," you hum in amusement, following $e_them up to your shared bathroom, both knowing you'll need to hurry if you want to be ready before your guests arrive. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL37">><</button>>

$namee's breath catches audibly, $e_their fingers tightening around yours. $e_Their other hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb gently brushing away a tear that managed to escape. "Hey, hey," $e_they whispers, voice thick with emotion. "What's with the tears, baby?" "Happy tears," you assure $e_them with a watery laugh. "I just... sometimes I think about how different my life could've been if I hadn't met you that day." "You mean when I literally spilled my drink all over your new jacket?" $e_They chuckles, but $e_their eyes are suspiciously shiny too. "Not my smoothest moment." "But you were so adorably flustered," you remind $e_them, leaning into $e_their touch. "Trying to clean it up while simultaneously asking me out for coffee to make up for it." "Can you blame me? The most gorgeous person I'd ever seen was standing there, covered in my caramel macchiato. I had to shoot my shot." You let out a soft laugh, remembering. "And then you kept stumbling over your words..." "Because you were smiling at me like that," $e_they defends, pressing a gentle kiss the corner of your mouth. "Just like you're smiling now. It still makes my heart do stupid things." "Yeah?" you murmur, tilting your head to look at $e_them properly. You still remember that day, you had a shitty day but when $e_they spilled $e_their coffee on you? It felt like all your problems just disappeared with $e_their messy words and sheepish smile. "Yeah," $e_they confirms, resting $e_their forehead against yours again. "And you know what? I've never been happier either. Every morning I wake up next to you, every stupid little argument about whose turn it is to do the dishes, every quiet moment like this... I wouldn't trade any of it for the world." Your heart feels so full, so warm it's like a ticking bomb, ready to burst. The love you have for this $e_man is overwhelming, yet at the same time, it feels like it's not enough at all. "Even when I steal all the blankets?" "Even then," $e_they laughs softly, pulling back slightly to look into your $eyecolor eyes. "Though maybe we should get separate blankets..." "Don't you dare," you huff, wiping away the last of your tears. "You're my personal heater." "Ah, so that's why you keep me around," $e_they teases, pulling you closer. "And here I thought it was my charming personality." "That too," you concede with a smile, running your fingers through $e_their soft blond hair. "That too." $namee straightens up, stretching $e_their arms above $e_their head. "We should probably take a shower before everyone arrives," $e_they suggests, standing up and pulling you with $e_them when you take $e_their offered hand. "We've been cooking all afternoon and I definitely need to freshen up." $e_Their eyes sparkle with mischief as $e_they adds, "Care to join me? You know, to save water and all that." "Is that your only reason?" you tease, already letting $e_them lead you towards the stairs. "Well," $e_they grins, walking backward up the steps while keeping $e_their eyes on you, "I might have a few other motivations. But mostly it's about being environmentally conscious, obviously." "Obviously," you hum in amusement, following $e_them up to your shared bathroom, both knowing you'll need to hurry if you want to be ready before your guests arrive. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL37">><</button>>

$namee's eyes widen dramatically as $e_they pulls back to place a hand over $e_their heart, clutching $e_their shirt—only to smooth the wrinkles $e_they left there with some pats. "I don't! How dare you accuse me of such a thing? Me? Snoring? It must be your imagination." "Oh, you absolutely do," you tease, poking $e_their side. "Like a cute little kitten, not loud but I definitely can hear it." "I am a model, thank you very much," $e_they huffs, trying to maintain $e_their offended expression but failing as $e_their lips twitch. "Models don't snore." Your brows shoot up as you muffle your laugh with a snort, reaching for your phone. "Want me to show you the video evidence?" "You didn't," $e_their eyes widen comically. "Oh, but I did," you wave your phone, grinning wickedly. "Want the whole world to see their favorite model making adorable little snuffling noises?" $namee lunges for your phone, but you quickly hold it out of reach, almost lying on the couch now. "Delete it!" "Never! It's my blackmail material," you laugh, dodging $e_their attempts to grab it. "Plus, it's cute." "Cute?!" $e_they sputters, finally managing to wrap $e_their arms around you, trapping you against $e_them. "I'll show you cute." $e_They starts tickling your sides mercilessly, making you chuckle<<if $serious == "yes">> even if you try so hard not to<</if>>. "$namee—Stop it! We both look like idiots. C'mon lemme go…!" "Not until you delete that video!" "Never!" you gasp between laughs. "It's– it's my precious memory of your adorable snoring!" "I do <i>not</i> snore!" $e_they insists, but $e_they's laughing too now, $e_their blue eyes sparkling with mirth. "You totally do," you say, looking up at $e_them as $e_they hovers above you, $e_their knees on either side of your hips, $e_their elbows resting on the couch to support $e_their weight. You boop $e_their nose. "But don't worry, I still love you. Snoring and all." $namee rolls $e_their eyes fondly. "Mh, I'll take it as a compliment." "Cool, because it is." The playful moment shifts into something more tender when $e_their expression smooth into something softer. "You're a menace." You smile, wrapping your arms around $e_them as $e_they does for you. "Just wait until I show this video at the Christmas dinner tonight." "Don't you dare," $e_they groans, dropping $e_their forehead to your shoulder. "My brother and Ekissa would never let me live it down." "Exactly why I'm going to do it." "You're evil," $e_they mumbles against your skin, but you can feel $e_them smiling. "Pure evil wrapped in a hot package." "And yet you chose to marry this evil person," you remind $e_them. "Best decision I ever made," $e_they lifts $e_their head, eyes soft despite $e_their playful words. "Snoring accusations and all." $namee straightens up, stretching $e_their arms above $e_their head. "We should probably take a shower before everyone arrives," $e_they suggests, standing up and pulling you with $e_them when you take $e_their offered hand. "We've been cooking all afternoon and I definitely need to freshen up." $e_Their eyes sparkle with mischief as $e_they adds, "Care to join me? You know, to save water and all that." "Is that your only reason?" you tease, already letting $e_them lead you towards the stairs. "Well," $e_they grins, walking backward up the steps while keeping $e_their eyes on you, "I might have a few other motivations. But mostly it's about being environmentally conscious, obviously." "Obviously," you hum in amusement, following $e_them up to your shared bathroom, both knowing you'll need to hurry if you want to be ready before your guests arrive. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL37">><</button>>

$namee scrunches $e_their small nose at your squishing, $e_their eyes crinkling with amusement. "Hey! Stop making me look like a fish," $e_they protests, but makes no move to pull away. Loving every second of your attention on $e_them. "But you're such a cute fish," you tease, squishing $e_their cheeks more until $e_their lips pucker. "My <<if $genderroe == "man">>handsome<<else>>pretty<</if>> little goldfish." "A goldfish? Really?" $e_They finally grabs your wrists, pulling your hands away but keeping them trapped in $e_theirs. "I would at least be something majestic, like a... like a..." "A blobfish?" "That's not better!" $e_They gasps dramatically, tackling you onto the couch. "Take that back!" You laugh loudly as $e_they starts tickling your sides. "Never! You're my blobfish and you'll have to deal with it!" "Oh yeah?" $e_Their fingers dance along your ribs. "What if I tickle you until you upgrade me to at least a dolphin?" "Stop– stop!" You wheeze between laughs, trying to wiggle away. "Okay, okay! You're a dolphin! God, we look like idiots." $e_They pauses $e_their attack, hovering over you with a triumphant grin. "That's better. Though I was hoping for something more like a shark..." "Don't push your luck, Winter," you warn playfully, giving a flick on $e_their forehead. "Fine, fine," $e_they concedes, finding a tiny place to roll beside you on the couch. "I'll take dolphin. They're smart and playful, just like me." You turn to face $e_them, propping your head on your hand. "And dramatic, just like you." "Says the one who started the whole fish comparison," $e_they retorts, mirroring your position. "I was trying to prevent us from getting puffy eyes," you say. "Being mushy <i>and</i> emotional isn't ideal before a Christmas dinner." $namee smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulders. "You're right. But I have to admit, I'm looking forward to being mushy with you for a long time." "$namee Winter, what did I just say about being sappy?" You shake your head in mock disappointment. "Can't help it," $e_they shrugs, feigning innocence. "It's part of my charm." "Right, right," you reply, rolling your eyes fondly. $namee straightens up, stretching $e_their arms above $e_their head. "We should probably take a shower before everyone arrives," $e_they suggests, standing up and pulling you with $e_them when you take $e_their offered hand. "We've been cooking all afternoon and I definitely need to freshen up." $e_Their eyes sparkle with mischief as $e_they adds, "Care to join me? You know, to save water and all that." "Is that your only reason?" you tease, already letting $e_them lead you towards the stairs. "Well," $e_they grins, walking backward up the steps while keeping $e_their eyes on you, "I might have a few other motivations. But mostly it's about being environmentally conscious, obviously." "Obviously," you hum in amusement, following $e_them up to your shared bathroom, both knowing you'll need to hurry if you want to be ready before your guests arrive. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL37">><</button>>

The doorbell rings just as you finish placing the last wine glass on the table. Before $namee can go, you tug $e_them back to you, smoothing the fabric of $e_their shirt with your hands on $e_their shoulders. "Here," you say once satisfied. Your <<if $genderroe == "man">>man<<else>>wife<</if>> turns on $e_their heels, walking away while biting $e_their lower lip, head tilted up with a dreamy sigh. "Gosh, I should get you married. I swear you're after my heart." "We're already married. And I just fixed your shirt, nothing special." "You're perfect," $e_they calls out before heading to the front door. $e_They opens the door to reveal Ekissa, already looking grumpy. $j_Their white curls are barely contained beneath a dark red cap, and $j_they holds a bottle of wine in one hand. "Hey there, sunshine!" $namee greets cheerfully, knowing it'll annoy $j_them. Ekissa just grunts in greeting, shoving past $e_them. "Where's $name?" "Kitchen!" you call out, and soon enough, Ekissa's trudging in, $j_their expression softening slightly when $j_they sees you. "Here," $j_they hands you the wine. "It's better than whatever cheap stuff you probably bought, especially if $namee isn't the one choosing the wine." "What's that supposed to mean?" you blink at your bestie. "That you always go for the cheapest option." Before you can respond, the doorbell rings again. This time, it's Payton and Charlie, with little April bundled up in Charlie's arms. "Oh my god, she's gotten so big," your eyes widen in surprise, while $namee immediately makes grabby hands at $e_their goddaughter. "She has your eyes, Pay," $namee grins, carefully taking April from Charlie. Ekissa peers at the baby from a safe distance. "At least she got Payton's looks and not yours, Charlie." "Missed you too, Ekissa," Charlie chuckles good-naturedly. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL38">><</button>>

The doorbell chimes again, and this time it's the Winter family. Juliet sweeps in first, barely acknowledging you with a curt nod before making a beeline for baby April and $namee. Kenal at least offers you a warm smile and a pat on the shoulder. Athiel saunters in last, designer coat draped over $a_their arm. "Brother," $a_they greets $namee with a slight nod—probably the warmest $a_they's been in months if not years. Then $a_they spots Ekissa and $a_their lip curls. "Oh. You invited the starving artist." "Better than being a walking mannequin," Ekissa shoots back. "Eki," you give a pointed look at your friend as $j_they clicks $j_their tongue. "Why is it always me…" $j_they mutters under $j_their breath. Athiel finds the moment to add. "Simply because—" "Okay," you clap your hands. "Who wants drinks?" "God, yes," Vince pipes up, having slipped in quietly during the exchange. He's already sprawled on your couch, looking amused at the tension. ---- *[[You cock a brow at your brother. "Where's my greeting?"|CSEL39]] *[["C'mere you," you approach your brother to hug him.|CSEL40]] *[["What the…" you look at him, then at the door, then back at him. "When did you..?"|CSEL41]] *[[Your features soften. "You came."|CSEL42]]

"You were busy playing mediator," Vince shrugs nonchalantly before getting up from his cozy spot on the couch. He wraps you in a warm hug, his usual easygoing smile on his face. You swear he's getting taller and taller. "But since you insist on a proper greeting..." "Some brother you are," you huff, pulling back to look at him. "Here I was, thinking you'd at least say hi before making yourself at home on my couch." "Hey, that couch is comfier than my dorm bed," he chuckles, running a hand through his messy hair. "Plus, the view of World War Three between Athiel and Ekissa? Premium entertainment right there." You roll your eyes fondly. "Of course you'd find this amusing." "Always do," he grins, glancing at where Athiel and Ekissa are still throwing daggers at each other with their eyes. "How's life treating you? Still drowning in work?" "Look who's talking, Mr. Psychology Major. Shouldn't you be studying for finals or something?" "Nah, finished early. Perks of actually doing assignments on time," he shrugs, then adds with a softer smile, "Missed you though. We should grab coffee soon, catch up properly." "Your treat?" "Dream on, sibling dearest." You sigh, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "Lemme get you a drink." "I'll help," $namee says, following you to the kitchen. "Think we bought enough alcohol to survive this?" You're pouring drinks when you hear Juliet's voice rise from the living room. "Athiel, darling, you should tell them about that lovely model you've been seeing." "Mom," Athiel's voice sounds strained. "I told you, it's just–" "Just what?" Ekissa's voice drips with fake interest. "Just practicing different poses together?" "Children," Kenal warns, though you can hear the amusement in his tone. $namee leans against the counter, watching you arrange the drinks. "Well, at least no one's stormed out yet. That's progress, right?" "The night's still young," you remind $e_them. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL43">><</button>>

Vince lazily lifts himself up just enough for you to wrap your arms around him, his familiar scent of coffee beans from his barista job mixing with what you assume is his favorite cologne. "Hi," he murmurs against your hair, giving you a squeeze. Unlike Jackson and Kadis, Vince has always been the easiest to be around. His presence alone brings a sense of comfort to this already chaotic dinner. "Tired?" you ask, noticing the slight bags under his eyes. Finals week must be taking its toll on him. He shrugs, that characteristic easy smile of his playing on his lips. "Nothing a good drink won't fix. Psychology's kicking my ass, but," he glances around the room where Athiel and Ekissa are still throwing daggers at each other with their eyes, "looks like I might get some live case studies tonight." You can't help but snort at that, giving his shoulder a playful smack. Leave it to Vince to find amusement in any situation. That's probably why you've always gotten along so well—his laid-back nature balances out the family drama perfectly. "Don't analyze our guests," you warn him, though you're fighting back a smile. "No promises," he winks, settling back into the couch. "Now, about those drinks..." "Yeah, lemme get you a drink." "I'll help," $namee says, following you to the kitchen. "Think we bought enough alcohol to survive this?" You're pouring drinks when you hear Juliet's voice rise from the living room. "Athiel, darling, you should tell them about that lovely model you've been seeing." "Mom," Athiel's voice sounds strained. "I told you, it's just–" "Just what?" Ekissa's voice drips with fake interest. "Just practicing different poses together?" "Children," Kenal warns, though you can hear the amusement in his tone. $namee leans against the counter, watching you arrange the drinks. "Well, at least no one's stormed out yet. That's progress, right?" "The night's still young," you remind $e_them. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL43">><</button>>

Your brother flashes that familiar lazy grin, head lolling against the couch cushions. "Ninja skills, <<if $gender == "man">>bro<<elseif $gender == "woman">>sis<<else>>sib<</if>>. You were too busy playing referee between the divas over there." he waves vaguely in Athiel and Ekissa's direction, who are still glaring daggers at each other. "I heard that," Athiel snaps, but Vince just shrugs, completely unbothered. "How's the studying going?" you ask your brother softly. "Same old," he shrugs. "Prof's still riding my ass about that thesis, but I'll manage." $namee chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist. "He slipped in right behind my parents. Classic Vince move, really." "Someone's gotta keep things interesting around here," Vince says, pulling his phone from his pocket. "Besides, watching rich boy and artsy boy duke it out is better than Netflix. Though maybe we should separate them before they ruin Christmas?" You can't help but smile—trust Vince to find entertainment in chaos while remaining completely chill about it. He's already typing away on his phone, probably updating his Instagram story about the 'family drama.' "Sooo about those drinks?" he reminds you, glancing up with raised eyebrows. "Before we end up with a Christmas massacre instead of Christmas dinner?" From the corner of your eye, you catch Ekissa making what looks suspiciously like a rude gesture at Athiel behind Juliet's back, while the latter pretends to be completely absorbed in cooing at baby April. "Yeah, lemme get you a drink." "Thanks." "I'll help," $namee says, following you to the kitchen. "Think we bought enough alcohol to survive this?" You're pouring drinks when you hear Juliet's voice rise from the living room. "Athiel, darling, you should tell them about that lovely model you've been seeing." "Mom," Athiel's voice sounds strained. "I told you, it's just–" "Just what?" Ekissa's voice drips with fake interest. "Just practicing different poses together?" "Children," Kenal warns, though you can hear the amusement in his tone. $namee leans against the counter, watching you arrange the drinks. "Well, at least no one's stormed out yet. That's progress, right?" "The night's still young," you remind $e_them. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL43">><</button>>

Vince's lazy smile widens a fraction, his eyes holding that familiar warmth that always seems reserved just for you. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, <<if $gender == "man">>bro<<elseif $gender == "woman">>sis<<else>>sib<</if>>." $namee excuses $e_themself to deal with the growing tension between Athiel and Ekissa. Vince pats the space next to $e_them on the couch, and you sink down beside your baby brother. "How's the studying going?" you ask softly. "Same old," he shrugs. "Prof's still riding my ass about that thesis, but I'll manage." His eyes drift to where Athiel and Ekissa are still throwing barbs at each other, though $namee has wedged himself between them. "Some things never change, huh?" You follow his gaze just as Ekissa makes a particularly cutting remark about 'talentless pretty boys', which has Athiel's face turning an interesting shade of red. "Speaking of never changing," Vince continues, his voice dropping just enough that only you can hear, "Does Mrs. Winter's still... you know…?" He doesn't need to elaborate—Juliet's thinly veiled disapproval of you has been a constant since you started dating $namee. "Yeah," you sigh, but Vince bumps his shoulder against yours. "Hey, her loss," he says simply, and somehow those three words make the evening feel a little warmer. "Now, about those drinks you mentioned..." You can't help but smile. Trust Vince to know exactly how to lighten the mood, just like he's always done. Some things really never do change—and sometimes, that's exactly what you need. "Yeah, lemme get you a drink." "I'll help," $namee says, following you to the kitchen. "Think we bought enough alcohol to survive this?" You're pouring drinks when you hear Juliet's voice rise from the living room. "Athiel, darling, you should tell them about that lovely model you've been seeing." "Mom," Athiel's voice sounds strained. "I told you, it's just–" "Just what?" Ekissa's voice drips with fake interest. "Just practicing different poses together?" "Children," Kenal warns, though you can hear the amusement in his tone. $namee leans against the counter, watching you arrange the drinks. "Well, at least no one's stormed out yet. That's progress, right?" "The night's still young," you remind $e_them. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL43">><</button>>

"April's getting fussy," Payton appears in the kitchen. "Mind if I use your bedroom to feed her?" "Of course not, go ahead!" $namee gestures to the stairs, eyes crinkled and focused on the little girl. As Payton heads upstairs, you hear Juliet commenting loudly about how "some people" don't know how to properly host a dinner party, making sure you can hear her. But her comments fly right above your head, especially when she stops mid-sentence when $namee throws her a pointed glance before pressing a quick kiss against your shoulder. "I should go rescue Charlie," $namee sighs. "Athiel's starting to ask him about his 'basic' fashion choices." "Take these," you hand $e_them a tray of drinks. "And remind your brother that Charlie's tie probably costs more than $a_their entire outfit." "Will do," $e_they winks, heading back to the battlefi—living room. You take a deep breath, grabbing the second tray. Despite the chaos, you can't help but smile. This is your family now, messy and complicated as it is. Juliet is… bearable, so you'll take it as a good thing. It's not like you're not used to it anyway. Though you might need to hide the expensive wine before Ekissa and Athiel start their annual "who has better taste" debate. Walking back into the living room, you find everyone has settled into their usual spots. Vince is still sprawled on the couch, now with Ekissa perched on the armrest beside him, both watching with barely concealed amusement as Athiel and Charlie debate about something fashion-related. "Bermuda shorts are making a comeback," Charlie insists. "In what world?" Athiel scoffs, crossing $a_their legs elegantly. "Alright!" $namee interrupts cheerfully, distributing drink. "Who's thirsty?" "Me," Vince pipes up, accepting his glass. Juliet takes her wine with a critical eye. "I hope you at least remembered I prefer Château Margaux, $name." "Actually," Ekissa cuts in before you can respond. "That's a Château Lafite Rothschild. A much superior choice, if you know anything about wine." You catch $namee hiding $e_their smile behind $e_their glass—he knows perfectly well that's the bottle Ekissa brought. Meanwhile, Ekissa catches your eyes, giving you a quick wink before focusing back on Juliet. Well, you can always count on your bestie to keep Juliet on her toes. "April's finally asleep," Payton announces quietly, returning to settle beside Charlie. Her presence seems to calm the room slightly, especially when she adds. "She's wearing the onesie you got her, Athiel." This makes Athiel's expression soften just a fraction. "Well, at least someone in this family has taste." "Speaking of family," Kenal speaks up. "$namee, how's that new campaign going?" As $namee launches into details about $e_their latest photoshoot, you start serving the appetizers. You notice Vince subtly sliding closer to the shrimp cocktail. "$name," Payton calls softly. "This is amazing. Could I get the recipe?" Before you can answer, Juliet interjects, "Oh, dear, you don't want that recipe. I have a much better one from–" "Mom," both $namee and Athiel say simultaneously, then look surprised at their unity. An awkward silence falls, broken by Vince's quiet snicker. "Man, I love family dinners." "Don't we all," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath. "I cooked everything with $name," $namee adds with a proud smile. "You don't like it, mom?" Juliet blinks before huffing a soft laugh, brushing her blond hair behind her shoulder. "Of course I like it, that's why it's delicious." Almost everyone—except Kenal—roll their eyes. Of course she'd love it if her son cooked it with you. She's probably thinking you've let her son do all the cooking. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL44">><</button>>

The evening continues with its usual mix of subtle jabs, actual conversations, and moments of genuine warmth. Charlie manages to make Athiel laugh (though $a_they quickly covers it with a cough), Ekissa eventually relaxes enough to show Payton pictures of $j_their latest painting on $j_their phone and Juliet seems to have toned down the backhanded compliments. You're in the kitchen plating the desserts when $namee slips in behind you, wrapping $e_their arms around your waist. "Need help?" $e_they murmurs against your ear. "Just trying to decide if we should serve the chocolate cake now or wait until after Athiel and Ekissa finish their current debate about modern art." "Could be waiting all night then," $e_they chuckles. "Though I think April might wake up soon and save us all." As if on cue, a baby's cry echoes from upstairs, followed by the sound of chairs scraping as both Payton and Charlie stand up. "Perfect timing," you snort, picking up the dessert plates. "Ready to head back into the chaos?" "With you? Always," $namee winks, grabbing the rest of the plates. "Though fair warning—I heard Mom starting to ask Vince about his 'life choices' right before I came in here." "Well," you sigh. "At least we have cake." Re-entering the living room, you find Vince desperately trying to deflect Juliet's interrogation. His face is still in this usual bored look but you can see he's not comfortable. He's never been with Juliet. "Really, Mrs. Winter, Psychology is a very viable–" "But darling, with your potential! You could be doing so much more than listening to people's problems all day." "Mom," Athiel drawls, inspecting $a_their nails. "Some of us actually want to help people instead of just looking pretty for cameras." $namee nearly drops the plates. "Did... did you just defend someone?" "Don't be ridiculous," Athiel scoffs, but there's a slight pink tinge to $a_their cheeks. "I'm just pointing out–" "Dessert," you announce, saving $a_them from further embarrassment. "Oh thank god," Vince mumbles, immediately reaching for a plate. "That looks delicious." Payton returns with a now-calm April, who's making grabby hands at $namee. Your <<if $genderroe == "man">>man<<else>>wife<</if>> immediately abandons $e_their cake-serving duties to take her. "Careful with her," Charlie warns. "She just ate." "Please don't let her spit up on another one of my shirts," Athiel adds, scooting $a_their chair away slightly. Ekissa snorts. "Might improve your outfit actually." "Children," Kenal warns again, though he's clearly fighting a smile. You're distributing the last of the cake when April suddenly lets out a delighted squeal, her tiny hands reaching for the crystal chandelier above. "She has good taste," Juliet comments approvingly. "Unlike–" "This cake is fantastic," Charlie interrupts loudly, earning a grateful look from both Winter brothers and you. "Right, Pay?" "Mmhmm," Payton nods enthusiastically. "Though Vince seems to be enjoying it the most." All eyes turn to Vince, who's already halfway through $e_their second slice. $e_They pauses mid-bite, looking unashamed. "What? It's good cake." <<button "NEXT" "CSEL45">><</button>>

<<if $charm == "yes">>"At least someone appreciates our baking," you laugh.<<else>>Your lips tug upward in a proud smirk. "At least someone appreciates our baking."<</if>> "I'd appreciate it more if it wasn't drowning in chocolate," Ekissa mutters, but $j_they's still destroying it. April chooses this moment to start fussing again, and $namee bounces her gently. "Someone's getting tired," $e_they coos. "Right, sweetheart?" "We should probably head out," Payton says after finishing her plate, standing up as her boyfriend follow suit. "It's past her bedtime." This seems to signal the end of the evening, as everyone starts gathering their things. Juliet makes a show of checking her watch and declaring it "terribly late," while Kenal thanks you both warmly for hosting. "Next time, we're doing this at my place," Vince declares, hugging you goodbye. "Less fancy, but my roommate makes killer cocktails." "Bold of you to assume there'll be a next time," Ekissa grumbles, but $j_they's already checking $j_their calendar on $j_their phone. Vince flashes Ekissa a lazy smile. "Bold of you to assume you're invited." As everyone files out, trading last-minute jabs and genuine goodbyes, you and $namee stand in the doorway, April still happily babbling in $e_their arms. $e_Their attention back on you, $e_they tilts $e_their head. "Wanna hold her?" ---- *[["No I'm good," you answer almost immediately with a dramatic sigh. "I'm too good for holding kids."|CSEL46]] *[[You hesitate, murmuring. "Think I could?"|CSEL47]] *[[You wrinkle your nose. "No thanks."|CSEL48]] *[["Yeah, you've been hogging her all night. Gimme this cutie," you smile.|CSEL49]]

$namee lets out a surprised laugh, bouncing April gently in $e_their arms. "Too good? What, are your arms made of gold or something?" "Obviously. These," you gesture to your arms with exaggerated importance, "are reserved for more sophisticated activities. Like eating chocolate, holding you, scrolling through my phone—Did I say holding you?" "Hear that, April?" $namee coos at the baby, who responds with happy gurgling. "Apparently your future godparent is too fancy for cuddles." You blink. "I didn't agree to be a godparent. I'm still thinking about it." "Well, too late. Emily and Horia already decided," $e_they grins, then adopts a serious expression. "No takebacks. It's in the contract." "What contract?" "The one you signed when you agreed to date me, obviously. Section 3, paragraph 2: 'Must accept all future godparent duties without complaint.'" You roll your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. "Pretty sure that's not legally binding." "Want to check with my lawyer?" $e_they teases, waggling $e_their eyebrows. However, $e_their features shift to something more serious as $e_they leans to kiss your forehead. "No pressure, though. You know I'm just kidding, right?" Your expression gentles as you nod. "I know." <<button "NEXT" "CSEL50">><</button>>

Your hands fidget with the hem of your warm sweater, watching April's tiny form in $e_their arms with equal parts wonder and worry. It's not the first time you'll hold a baby, but this is different; it's been years since you interacted properly with any baby. $namee's eyes soften at your hesitance. "Of course, love. Here, just..." $e_They gently shifts April, demonstrating the proper hold. "Support her head like this—yeah, like this. You remember how, right?" As $e_they carefully transfers her into your arms, you tense up. "I—she's so small, El. What if I–" "You're doing great," $e_they reassures you, $e_their hand warm on the small of your back. "See? She likes you." April blinks up at you with those big eyes, making a soft cooing sound that has your heart melting despite your nervousness. "Hey there, little one," you whisper, barely daring to move. "Told you it'd be fine," $namee murmurs. "You worry too much, you know that?" You shoot $e_them a look, though you can't help the small smile tugging at your lips. "Someone has to balance out your recklessness." <<button "NEXT" "CSEL50">><</button>>

"Aww, come on," $namee teases, bouncing April gently. "She's been asking for you all night." "I doubt that," you say dryly, crossing your arms. "Besides, I've seen how she drools on everything. This sweater is new, you bought it last week." $namee laughs, the sound warm and rich. "Fair enough. Though I distinctly remember you saying the same thing about my nephew last summer." "And I was right then too," you point out, watching as April starts playing with $namee's necklace. "I'll admire from a safe, drool-free distance." "One of these days," $e_they says, shaking $e_their head with a fond smile. "I'll get you to hold a baby." "Keep dreaming, babe," you reply, unable to hide the affection in your voice. "I'll stick to being the cool adult who buys the expensive gifts and maintains a strict no-bodily-fluids policy." April chooses that moment to make a happy gurgling sound, and you take an exaggerated step back. "See? She's plotting against my shirt already." "She's not," $namee huff a laugh, eyes darting the retreating cars. "Mh." <<button "NEXT" "CSEL50">><</button>>

$namee chuckles, carefully transferring her into your arms. "Well, someone's eager." "Can you blame me? Look at those chubby cheeks," you coo at April, who responds with a delighted gurgle. Her tiny hand immediately latches onto your finger with surprising strength. "She likes you," $namee observes softly, watching you both with warm eyes. "Though I can't say I'm surprised." You gently bounce April, making silly faces that have her squealing with laughter. "Oh? And why's that?" "Because you're just as much of a goofball as she is," $e_they teases, leaning against the doorframe. "Two peas in a pod." "Hey!" you protest, but can't help laughing when April mimics your indignant expression. "See what you did? Now she's copying me." "Like I said," $namee grins, reaching over to tickle April's tummy. "Two peas in a pod." The baby's infectious giggles fill the entryway, and you can't help but join in, feeling the warmth of the moment wrap around you like a cozy blanket. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL50">><</button>>

"Well," $e_they says once the second-to-last car drives away, "that went better than expected. Nobody cried this time." "And only one wine glass got broken," <<if $playful == "yes">>you add cheerfully.<<else>>you add with a nod.<</if>> "In my defense," $e_they grins as April carefully transferred back to Charlie, "Athiel ducked when I threw that napkin at $a_them." You wave goodbye to Payton and Charlie, watching until their car disappears around the corner. When you close the door, the house feels suddenly quiet. <<button "NEXT" "CSEL51">><</button>>

$namee wraps $e_their arms around you from behind, resting $e_their chin on your shoulder. "So... same time next month?" You turn in $e_their arms to wrap your arms around $e_them. "Maybe we should wait two months. Give everyone time to recover." "Fair enough," $e_they agrees, then glances at the mess in the living room. "Think the dishes can wait until tomorrow?" "Definitely," you nod. The music still echoes softly in the living room as $namee gently sways you both in a slow dance. A soft sigh escapes your lips, muscles relaxing against your <<if $genderroe == "man">>man<<else>>wife<</if>>. "It's our third Christmas together..." $namee murmurs, $e_their features softening as $e_they adds, "And the first as a married couple." "It is, isn't it?" you murmur, your forehead against $e_theirs as you close your eyes to just appreciate the moment. A comfortable silence falls as the two of you sway, holding each other in your arms. This moment is peaceful, heartwarming, and perfect. You don't want this moment to end, and you know you're not alone in wishing the day could just pause—just the two of you in this hallway, slow dancing simply because you felt like it, embracing each other because you needed it, and whispering sweet words because you love saying and hearing them. "Merry Christmas, baby…" <<button "NEXT" "CSEL52">><</button>>

"It's not even Christmas yet," a soft laugh escapes you. Your <<if $genderroe == "man">>man<<else>>wife<</if>> shakes $e_their head, $e_their body pressing against yours. "It's Christmas for me every day." The warmth of $e_their breath brushes your face as $e_their hands slide down your arms to take yours, lifting them to cup $e_their cheeks. Your eyes open while $e_their close, a tender smile playing on $e_their lips, $e_their brows slightly raised as if savoring the moment like a fine wine. A smile appears on your face as your thumbs stroke just beneath $e_their eyes, mesmerized by the man before you. You're so full of love it almost hurts. This is all you've ever asked for—him by your side. Today, tomorrow, and every day after, that's all you've dreamed of, all you could ask for, and all you'd ever want in your life. "I love you, $namee Winter." "And I love you, $name $surname." <<button "NEXT" "CSEL53">><</button>>

… "Now how about a movie while we don't watch anything?" Your laughter fills the house as $e_they joins in. A perfect <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>>—that's what $e_they is. <<button "END/ MERRY CHRISTMAS!" "Intro2">><</button>>

<b>8:20 Macara Residence – Home</b> "$name." Your eyes remain closed, your arm covering your face, and your hand resting on your stomach. The blanket slipped off in the middle of the night, now sitting at your feet, with half of it on the floor. But thanks to the heater, you weren't cold at all during the night; you didn't even notice that the blanket was missing. Your breaths are still even as the familiar figure hovers above you, standing next to the bed. Your chest rises and falls at a gentle and slow pace. "$name," $a_they repeats with a hint of frustration. You don't wake up, too far gone in your dreams… until something pinches your nose, forcing you to gasp and breathe through your mouth. You wake up with a jolt, the $a_man pulling $a_their hand away and placing both palms firmly on $a_their hips. "Look who's waking up." You push yourself up to sit straight on your mattress, glancing around with a dazed expression until your gaze settles on Athiel. ---- *[["What the fuck, Athiel?" you hiss, catching your breath.|CSA2]] *[["Was it necessary?" you sigh good-naturedly, passing a hand over your sleepy face.|CSA3]] *[["What was that for?!" you snap with a scowl.|CSA4]] *[["Seriously...?" you mumble, flashing the model a sleepy smile. "I could've died, y'know?"|CSA5]]

"You didn't wake up," Athiel explains, narrowing $a_their eyes. "Did you want me to kiss you like Sleeping Beauty to wake you up?" "You could've just called until I woke up," you click your tongue, passing a hand over your face. "I don't have your time," $a_they huffs. "Cool, me neither." At these words, Athiel purses $a_their lips, $a_their gaze darting to the window as a frown deepens with each passing second. After what feels like an eternity, $a_they confesses in almost a whisper, "I'll... keep that in mind next time. Sorry..." Your hand on your face freezes mid-motion. It always surprises you how Athiel seems to be more... easy to be around these past months. Less arrogant. "Right..." you grunt, lowering your hand so you can observe $a_their features. $a_Their attention is carefully fixed on the window, fingers fixing $a_their hair every few seconds as if to distract $a_themself from your stare. "Stop it," $a_they snaps, $a_their tone weaker than intended. You notice $a_their throat bobbing as $a_they swallows under your scrutiny. You frown. "Stop what?" "Ugh, nevermind," $a_they sighs, a mix of frustration and fluster in $a_their voice. <<button "NEXT" "CSA6">><</button>>

"I called you. Twice. And guess what?" $a_they says lightly, too light for it to feel genuine. "You didn't wake up." "Oh, so you just decided to murder me?" you glance in $a_their direction with an amused smile. $a_Their ocean blue eyes roll skyward, and you worry they might get stuck, but they don't. "Drama queen much?" "Not as much as you, I'm afraid." "You won't die just because I pinched your nose, $name," $a_they raises a brow, shaking $a_their head slightly as if to say 'duh.' You rub your eyes, your lips tugging up. "I still would prefer you wake me up like a normal person." "Like I said," $a_they clicks $a_their tongue. "I called you twice, what else do you want me to do?" "Kiss me good morning," you smirk. The words land exactly where you want them. Athiel's face lights up with a soft blush that deepens to a crimson shade. $a_They sputters, stumbles over $a_their words, and throws every name $a_they can think of at you. "—piss me off with your oh so charming fucki—" Taking pity on $a_them, you wave dismissively with a soft chuckle as you cut $a_them off. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Athiel snaps $a_their mouth shut, needing a few more moments for $a_their skin to get back to its original shade. $a_They mutters something that suspiciously sounds like, "And $m_they think$m_s $theyre funny." <<button "NEXT" "CSA6">><</button>>

"Are you deaf? I called you twice," Athiel snaps back with narrowed eyes as $a_they folds $a_their arms over $a_their chest. "What time did you go to bed last night?" "Not your business," you grunt, rubbing your eyes. A loud scoff escapes Athiel's mouth, earning a wince from your sleepy form at the noise. "It's my business alright." "Yeah? Since when?" you retort, the bickering between you two feeling less heated than it did a few months ago. "Since I decided it," $a_they replies, chin lifted so high you wonder if it isn't uncomfortable. You snort, glancing $a_their way. "Careful, you're going to break your neck if you keep that up." "Oh, I'm so glad you're worrying about me, really," Athiel throws back, $a_their sarcasm so thick you can almost taste it. $a_They rolls $a_their eyes while running a hand through $a_their perfectly styled blond hair. "But seriously," $a_their voice loses a bit of its edge. "You need to stop staying up so late. It's not healthy." The concern in $a_their voice, as subtle as it is, makes you pause. It's these rare moments that remind you how much your relationship with Athiel has evolved since... well, since everything happened. You push your messy hair away from your face, still fighting the urge to fall back into your cozy bed. <<button "NEXT" "CSA6">><</button>>

$a_They scoffs, rolling $a_their eyes. "Drama queen much? There's better way to kill someone than pinching their nose." Yeah, you forgot how much $a_they loves $a_their true crime documentaries. You should probably make $a_them watch something else before $a_they gets too informed in the art of killing people. "Do tell me, my dear friend," you suppress a laugh, waiting for his—no doubt, creepy answer. $a_They raises $a_their perfectly manicured hand, examining $a_their nails with disinterest. $a_Their shoulder lifts slightly. "Could've stabbed you in your sleep, for example." You chuckle, unfazed by $a_their comment. After all this time knowing $a_them, you got used to $a_their flippant attitude. "That's reassuring." "Or poison," $a_they continues, dropping $a_their hand to cross $a_their arms over $a_their chest. "Could've slipped something in your drink last time we saw each other." $a_Their ocean blue eyes scan your room, $a_their lips curling up. "Though, knowing you, you'd probably survive out of pure spite." "Aw, you think I'm that stubborn?" you tease, stretching your arms above your head with a yawn. "Please," $a_they drawls. "You're like a cockroach. Impossible to get rid of." You sigh fondly at $a_their attitude, knowing full well it's just $a_their way of showing... well, not affection per se, but something close to tolerance. "Thanks for the compliment." "Wasn't one," $a_they retorts immediately, but you can see the ghost of a smile on $a_their lips. Your eyes finally catch the time on your nightstand, and you frown. "It's barely past eight..." You look back at the blond $a_man standing in your room. <<button "NEXT" "CSA6">><</button>>

"How did you even get in my house anyway?" you blink at $a_them. Athiel fishes something in $a_their pocket to grab the spare key and raise it in the air. "Asked Ekissa to give me the spare key." "Ekissa...?" your brows shoot up in surprise. "And $a_they gave it to you? Just like that?" "Yeah." Riiiight. Ekissa. Your Ekissa would just give the spare key you gave $j_them to <i>Athiel</i>. The lie is so obvious. For one, Ekissa would never give something this important that you entrusted to $j_them, and two, giving it to Athiel? $j_They'd rather eat dirt than hand anything over to $a_them. "I don't know why, but I don't believe you," you shake your head, letting yourself fall onto the bed. You roll onto your side and prop your chin on the heel of your palm. "How did you get it?" "Ekissa gave it to me," $a_they insists, one hand on $a_their hip as $a_they fixes you with a sharp look, lips pursed in bemusement, unsure whether to be hurt or amused by your disbelief. "You're lying." "I'm not." "You are." $a_Their eye twitches. $a_They takes a deep breath to calm $a_their nerves before exhaling slowly. "I didn't steal this key, if you're wondering." You stare at $a_them, more confused than anything. If $a_they's not lying, then you can't help but wonder what $a_they said to Ekissa to make your best friend agree to this. "Now, instead of complaining, get up. We've got things to do today," Athiel declares, running a hand through $a_their mid-length blond hair as $a_they waits for you to get up. "Things to do...?" you echo, furrowing your brows in puzzlement. "I didn't have any plans last time I checked." "Well, now you have plans, get ready. We're leaving in 10," is all $a_they says while making $a_their way out of your bedroom. <<button "NEXT" "CSA7">><</button>>

It doesn't take you long to get ready and join $a_them back downstairs, where $a_they's putting on $a_their shoes in the hallway near the front door. $a_They turns around when $a_they hears your footsteps approaching. Now standing in front of $a_them, that's when you realize how $a_their high-waisted jeans have intentional gap that reveals the skin of the sides of $a_their lower hips where the chain is attached. $a_Their well-pressed black shirt doesn't change the fact that the chain itself draws attention to the exposed area... Your eyes snap back up. God, always wearing bold and unconventional look. It's downright..... distracting. "See something you like?" $a_they scoffs, raising a brow as $a_they folds $a_their arms over $a_their chest. ---- *[["We can practically see everything," you state matter-of-factly. "And it's cold outside; you're gonna catch a cold dressed like that."|CSA8]] *[["Isn't it uncomfortable?" you ask curiously, circling Athiel to observe the outfit from different angles. "It looks uncomfortable."|CSA9]] *[["I'm hungry," you sigh dramatically. "Can't we eat breakfast first...?"|CSA10]] *[["Where are we going?" you ask simply instead of answering.|CSA11]]

"If you know we can see everything, that means you were looking this way," $a_they tilts $a_their head with that self-sufficient smile of $a_theirs. You gesture to $a_their pants. "Difficult not to notice with those jeans." "So you're saying you <i>were</i> checking me out?" You feel suddenly very aware of the fact that, yes, you were actually checking $a_them out earlier. But it was in a friendly way, right? Nothing to make a big deal out of it. It was purely platonic. Nothing more, nothing less. "You'll catch a cold like this," you answer instead, neither denying nor agreeing with $a_their statement. $a_They huffs, finishing to put on $a_their shoes. "I got a coat, <i>mom</i>." $a_They straightens $a_their back and grabs $a_their coat to wiggle it pointedly high in the air for you to see. "I'm not your mom, and if you do catch a cold, don't come complaining to me," you retort simply, smoothing your own coat before heading out first. "I won't!" $a_they answers sharply, $a_their expression resembling an angry pout as $a_they follows closely behind you. $a_They does take a moment to lock the front door before catching up. During the past few months, you and Athiel have become... close. Very close. But you both always made stupid excuses and avoided addressing the big elephant in the room. It felt <i>taboo</i>, as if talking about this shift in your relationship was akin to confessing to a crime. You remember when Ekissa and Athiel left your house. It was more difficult than what you actually thought it would be. No bickering that gave you headaches, no dinners already ready when you got home, no watching movies or lazing around with them on weekends. Athiel came by afterward to "make sure you weren't starving," and then $a_they kept coming back. It became a routine to see $a_them often, even if $a_they did $a_their best to maintain $a_their usual attitude with you. <<button "NEXT" "CSA12">><</button>>

"What are you–" $a_their head whip right then left, trying to follow you with $a_their gaze as $a_they stands straight like an arrow. "What do you think you're doing?" "What? I'm curious," you reply as you stop in front of $a_them, your eyes still taking on $a_their outfit. "You're being a creep," $a_they clicks $a_their tongue, but it's obvious $a_they's more flustered than annoyed. "Am I?" you tilt your head with a playful smile, unfazed by $a_their usual snark. "I'm just admiring the outfit, Athiel." "Admire away from me," $a_they huffs, turning to grab $a_their keys from the small table near the door. "Stop staring already." "But you're a model," you point out, following $a_them as $a_they opens the front door. "Isn't that literally your job? To have people stare at your outfits?" $a_They whirls around, nearly making you bump into $a_them. "That's– that's different.Those are professional shoots." "Right," you drawl out the word, enjoying how $a_their ears are starting to turn pink. "And this isn't a professional outfit?" "It's– Just shut up and walk," $a_they storms ahead of you. During the past few months, you and Athiel have become... close. Very close. But you both always made stupid excuses and avoided addressing the big elephant in the room. It felt <i>taboo</i>, as if talking about this shift in your relationship was akin to confessing to a crime. You remember when Ekissa and Athiel left your house. It was more difficult than what you actually thought it would be. No bickering that gave you headaches, no dinners already ready when you got home, no watching movies or lazing around with them on weekends. Athiel came by afterward to "make sure you weren't starving," and then $a_they kept coming back. It became a routine to see $a_them often, even if $a_they did $a_their best to maintain $a_their usual attitude with you. <<button "NEXT" "CSA12">><</button>>

"That's all you have to say?" Athiel asks with a frown forming between $a_their brows. You blink at $a_them, looking around to search for an answer through thin air… Nothing. "Uh, yeah?" That's probably not what $a_they wanted to hear because $a_they fixes $a_their hair with a little more force than necessary and grabs $a_their key on the small table near the front door. "Right. Let's go, then," $a_they huffs, not quite succeeding at hiding the disappointment in $a_their eyes. "Athiel–" But $a_they's already opening the door, ready to step out. "Athiel," you try again, a muffled chuckle escaping your lips. "God, what did I say now?" "Nothing." "Then why are you sulking?" $a_Their head snaps to your direction as $a_they lies through gritted teeth. "Who's sulking just because you're thinking about breakfast instead of my outfit? Not me." Your brows shoot up in surprise. <i>Oh</i>. So that's why $a_they's sulking. A grin appears on your face as you gesture to $a_their outfit. "Athiel, you know you look nice; why do you want me to comment on it?" "Nice?" $a_they blinks at you. $a_Their features seem to lighten a tad as $a_they clears $a_their throat and turns around to resume $a_their steps out of the house. "Anyway, let's go." During the past few months, you and Athiel have become... close. Very close. But you both always made stupid excuses and avoided addressing the big elephant in the room. It felt <i>taboo</i>, as if talking about this shift in your relationship was akin to confessing to a crime. You remember when Ekissa and Athiel left your house. It was more difficult than what you actually thought it would be. No bickering that gave you headaches, no dinners already ready when you got home, no watching movies or lazing around with them on weekends. Athiel came by afterward to "make sure you weren't starving," and then $a_they kept coming back. It became a routine to see $a_them often, even if $a_they did $a_their best to maintain $a_their usual attitude with you. <<button "NEXT" "CSA12">><</button>>

Athiel stares at you, $a_their ocean-blue eyes lingering a bit too long, as if waiting for something that never comes. Finally, $a_they looks away with a scoff. "What?" you ask with a slight frown, noticing $a_their prolonged gaze. "Nothing," $a_they clicks $a_their tongue, fingers playing with the chain on $a_their hip with feigned nonchalance. "We're going to that new place downtown. The one everyone's been talking about." "The fancy restaurant?" "No," $a_they rolls $a_their eyes, "the new cafe. I'm not taking you somewhere expensive." You raise an eyebrow at $a_their defensive tone. "I never asked for fancy." "Whatever," $a_they mumbles, checking $a_their reflection in the hallway mirror and running a hand through $a_their blond hair. "Just... let's go already." "You're acting weird," you point out, grabbing your coat. $a_They turns to you sharply. "I'm not acting weird. You're the one who's..." $a_They trails off, gesturing vaguely at you before dropping $a_their hand with a huff. "Who's…" Your frown deepens in confusion. "I'm the one who's what?" "Nevermind," $a_they mutters, opening the door. "Just... you could at least say something nice for once." $a_They clears $a_their throat, a light pink dusting $a_their cheeks as $a_they storms out. "Are you coming or not?" "Mh. Yeah, c'mon… Nice jeans, by the way," you finally say as you catch up to $a_them. $a_They nearly trips over $a_their own feet, quickly recovering with a scoff. "Of course it is. I picked it myself." But you don't miss the small, satisfied smile that crosses $a_their face when $a_they thinks you're not looking. During the past few months, you and Athiel have become... close. Very close. But you both always made stupid excuses and avoided addressing the big elephant in the room. It felt <i>taboo</i>, as if talking about this shift in your relationship was akin to confessing to a crime. You remember when Ekissa and Athiel left your house. It was more difficult than what you actually thought it would be. No bickering that gave you headaches, no dinners already ready when you got home, no watching movies or lazing around with them on weekends. Athiel came by afterward to "make sure you weren't starving," and then $a_they kept coming back. It became a routine to see $a_them often, even if $a_they did $a_their best to maintain $a_their usual attitude with you. <<button "NEXT" "CSA12">><</button>>

The soft melody of a popular Christmas song fills the cozy café, the modern remix making it less cheesy and more fitting for the aesthetic of the place. The fairy lights strung across the exposed brick walls cast a warm glow over the industrial-style furniture, creating a picture-perfect Instagram-worthy atmosphere that Athiel probably chose on purpose. "Can you stop moving?" Athiel grumbles, $a_their phone hovering over $a_their artistically plated red velvet cake. "You're ruining my shot." You take another sip of your warm drink, purposely making the porcelain cup clink against its saucer. "I'm drinking my coffee. We're here to eat breakfast, remember?" "Well, drink it quieter," $a_they mutters, adjusting the angle of $a_their phone. The chain on $a_their hip jingles as $a_they leans over the table, trying to capture the perfect lighting on the cream cheese frosting. $a_They earned quite the attention since you both arrived here, people around still very much having an eyeful of the model. Some even interrupted you two to ask for a picture with the blond, something $a_they was all too eager to comply with. "It's going to melt," you point out, watching as $a_they rearranges the mint leaf garnish for the third time. "I know what I'm doing." But there's no real bite to $a_their words as $a_they finally snaps the perfect shot, immediately opening Instagram to edit it. You roll your eyes. "Are you actually going to eat it or was this whole trip just for your social media?" "Unlike some people," $a_they looks up from $a_their phone with a pointed stare, "I care about maintaining my image. And yes, I'm going to eat it. After I find the right filter." "Your thousands of followers must be dying to see what dessert you're having today," you say dryly, can't helping another eyeroll. "Million," $a_they corrects automatically, then catches your smirk. "Whatever. At least I'm not the one drinking boring coffee in a place known for their seasonal specials." You glance at the menu board where "Candy Cane White Chocolate Mocha" and "Gingerbread Cookie Latte" are written in fancy chalk lettering. "Some of us actually like coffee that tastes like coffee." "Some of us are boring," $a_they mutters under $a_their breath, finally putting $a_their phone down and picking up $a_their fork. $a_They takes a small bite and can't quite hide $a_their pleased expression. "Okay, this is actually good." "Shocking that food can be enjoyed without documenting it first." $a_They kicks your shin under the table, but you catch the slight upturn of $a_their lips as $a_they takes another bite. ---- *[["Ouch," you drawl. "So violent. I didn't know models could be this aggressive."|CSA13]] *[["What was that for?" you ask with a small chuckle.|CSA14]] *[["A bit more strength and I'll end up at the hospital," you quip, putting down your 'boring' coffee as you call out dramatically. "Ugh, I think I'm dying. Quick, someone call 911."|CSA15]] *[[You nudge the model's shoe back with a fond shake of your head. "What? I'm telling the truth."|CSA16]]

Athiel narrows $a_their ocean blue eyes at you, and you got the impression that it's more playful than anything this time, the Christmas lights from the cafe's window reflecting on $a_their fair features. "I'll show you violent if you keep up with the smart comments. Besides," $a_they takes another bite of $a_their cake, gesturing with $a_their fork. "My followers actually enjoy my content." "Your followers would enjoy watching you eat dirt if you posted it," you huff as you lean against the back of your chair. "Jealousy isn't a good look on you," $a_they smirks, pushing $a_their blond hair behind $a_their ear. "Not everyone can be as naturally entertaining as me." You lift your brows lazily. "Oh yes, watching someone take aesthetic pictures of their food for fifteen minutes is peak entertainment. I'm very much jealous." "Better than being a coffee snob," $a_they shoots back, but there's a playful glint in $a_their eyes. "What's next? Gonna lecture me about the proper way to brew beans?" "I might, since you clearly need education on what real coffee tastes like." "Keep talking and the next kick won't be so gentle," Athiel threatens, the heat in $a_their words as hot as snow. "Now shush and let me enjoy my aesthetically pleasing, social media worthy dessert in peace. Your judgmental vibes are ruining my appetite." You snort into your coffee, but stay quiet, watching as $a_they continues to eat while periodically checking $a_their phone. Some battles just aren't worth fighting, especially when it comes to Athiel and $a_their social media obsession. The Christmas music continues to play softly around you both, the scent of gingerbread and peppermint heavy in the air as Athiel pretends to be absorbed in $a_their phone, though you catch $a_them stealing glances at you when $a_they thinks you're not looking. "So," Athiel says, scraping the last bit of frosting from $a_their plate. "What's your grand plan for tonight? Since it's Christmas Eve and all." <<button "NEXT" "CSA17">><</button>>

$a_They looks up at you through $a_their lashes, feigning innocence. A frown appears between $a_their brows in false concern. "What are you talking about?" "You literally just kicked me," you point out, watching as $a_they picks up $a_their phone again, probably to check $a_their notifications. "Like, just now." "Must be your imagination," Athiel shrugs, $a_their thumb scrolling through $a_their feed. The slight upturn of $a_their lips betrays $a_their attempt at nonchalance. "Maybe you're hallucinating from all that boring coffee you're drinking. I told you to try the green iced coffee I saw; I'm sure it would've been healthier than what you have right now." "Oh, so now my boring coffee gives me hallucinations?" You take a deliberate sip from your cup, raising an eyebrow at $a_them. "Interesting theory." "Mhm," $a_they hums, not even looking up from $a_their screen, but you can see how $a_they's fighting to keep $a_their smile from growing. "Maybe you should try one of those seasonal drinks. Could help with your... condition." "My condition of being kicked by a bratty model?" "There you go again with your imagination," $a_they says airily, but $a_their smile is slowly showing now despite $a_their best efforts to appear disinterested. "Perhaps we should get you checked." The Christmas music continues to play softly around you both, the scent of gingerbread and peppermint heavy in the air as Athiel pretends to be absorbed in $a_their phone, though you catch $a_them stealing glances at you when $a_they thinks you're not looking. "So," Athiel says, scraping the last bit of frosting from $a_their plate. "What's your grand plan for tonight? Since it's Christmas Eve and all." <<button "NEXT" "CSA17">><</button>>

Athiel rolls $a_their ocean blue eyes, stabbing another piece of $a_their dessert. "Please, I barely touched you. Maybe if you weren't so busy criticizing my socials, I wouldn't have to resort to violence." "Oh no, I can't feel my leg anymore," you continue, clutching your chest with fake distress, sarcasm thick. "I think this is the end for me. Remember me as the one who dared to mock the great Athiel Winter's Instagram addiction." "You're not as funny as you think you are," $a_they says dryly, but you catch the way $a_their lips twitch. "And sarcasm really doesn't suit you." "Well, well. Look who's talking," you smirk, leaning back in your chair. "That's rich coming from the <<if $genderroa == "man">>King<<else>>Queen<</if>> of sarcasm $a_themself. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black." "At least I do it with style," Athiel retorts, flicking $a_their blond hair over $a_their shoulder with an exaggerated flourish. "You're just embarrassing yourself at this point." "Says the one who spent ten minutes getting the perfect angle for $a_their cake pic." "It's called aesthetic, sweetheart. Not that you'd know anything about that with your boring coffee." Your eyes widen in mock-offense as you drawl. "Ouch." The Christmas music continues to play softly around you both, the scent of gingerbread and peppermint heavy in the air as Athiel pretends to be absorbed in $a_their phone, though you catch $a_them stealing glances at you when $a_they thinks you're not looking. "So," Athiel says, scraping the last bit of frosting from $a_their plate. "What's your grand plan for tonight? Since it's Christmas Eve and all." <<button "NEXT" "CSA17">><</button>>

Athiel snorts, pausing mid-bite of $a_their aesthetically pleasing pastry. "You're just jealous that I have more followers than all your social media combined." "Athiel, the only social media I have is to keep in touch with Ekissa and Vince," you point out, taking a sip of your coffee. "I barely even post anything." "That's what you say," $a_they smirks, waving $a_their fork at you. "But deep down, you're dying to have the same attention I get." You can't help but chuckle at $a_their conviction. "Think what you want, but I really couldn't care less about having a million followers watching my every move." You shrug, watching $a_them artfully arrange $a_their pastry for yet another photo. "I mean, some of us actually enjoy living in the moment instead of documenting every second of it." "Keep telling yourself that," Athiel mutters, but there's a playful glint in $a_their ocean blue eyes as $a_they kicks your shin again, lighter this time. "Stubborn, aren't you," you sigh fondly. The Christmas music continues to play softly around you both, the scent of gingerbread and peppermint heavy in the air as Athiel pretends to be absorbed in $a_their phone, though you catch $a_them stealing glances at you when $a_they thinks you're not looking. "So," Athiel says, scraping the last bit of frosting from $a_their plate. "What's your grand plan for tonight? Since it's Christmas Eve and all." <<button "NEXT" "CSA17">><</button>>

You shrug, wrapping your hands around your warm drink. "Nothing special. Ekissa will probably ask to hang out like usual." Something flickers across $a_their face before $a_they sets $a_their fork down with a bit more force than necessary. "Why don't we do something instead? Like, together. The two of us. You and I." Well, if you weren't sure what $a_they was talking about, now you do. You blink at $a_them, surprised. It's not every day that the great Athiel proposes something like this. "You want to spend Christmas Eve... with me?" "Don't make it weird," $a_they scoffs, suddenly very interested in adjusting $a_their chain. "I just..." $a_they swallows, $a_their eyes darting everywhere but towards you. After a moment, $a_their shoulders sag. "Whatever, forget it." "No, I mean... why?" "Because..." $a_they starts, then seems to catch $a_themself. $a_Their cheeks turn slightly pink as $a_they scrambles for an excuse. "Because I'm tired of seeing your depressing face everywhere. Yeah, that's why." You raise an eyebrow. "My depressing face?" "First things first," $a_they says quickly, completely ignoring your question. "I need to buy some stuff at the shopping center. Let's go." "You're changing the subject." "Are you coming or not?" $a_they demands, already throwing $a_their designer coat on. "I don't have all day to wait for your slow ass to decide." You hide your smile behind your coffee cup. "Fine. But only because I know you'll get lost without me." "I won't get– you know what? Just hurry up and finish your boring coffee already." ---- *[["Athiel," you say softly, trying to search the model's gaze. "Thank you..."|CSA18]] *[[Your gaze lowers to your coffee as a ghost of a smile appears on your face. "That day sounds... interesting."|CSA19]] *[["Are you sure though?" your brows furrow. "I don't wanna ruin your plans or anything."|CSA20]] *[[You try to grin but it comes out a little strained. "You don't have to do that, you know...? Forcing yourself to keep me company."|CSA21]]

$a_Their ocean blue eyes widen for a fraction of second before $a_they scoffs, turning $a_their head away as $a_their fingers fidget with the chain on $a_their hip. "For what? I didn't do anything." "For trying to–" "I said I didn't do anything," $a_they cuts you off sharply, but there's a noticeable flush creeping up $a_their neck. "And stop looking at me like that. It's annoying." You continue to stare at $a_them softly, which only seems to fluster $a_them more. "I can't help myself; it's really thoughtful of you to keep me company today." "Yeah, well," $a_they mutters, running a hand through $a_their blond hair. "Just– hurry up already. The shopping center's gonna be packed with last-minute shoppers and I refuse to deal with that mess longer than I have to." $a_They stands up abruptly, nearly knocking over $a_their empty plate in $a_their haste to escape your grateful gaze. "And stop smiling like that. You're making this weird." But as $a_they turns away to put on $a_their coat, you catch the small, pleased smile that $a_they tries to hide behind $a_their frown and pursed lips. <<button "NEXT" "CSA22">><</button>>

Athiel narrows $a_their eyes across the table. "What's that supposed to mean?" You shrug, tracing the rim of your cup with your finger. "Just... surprised you'd want to spend time with me, that's all." "Oh my god," $a_they groans, rolling $a_their eyes dramatically. "Don't make this into some deep, meaningful moment. I just need someone to carry my shopping bags, obviously." "Obviously," you echo, but the small smile doesn't leave your face. "And stop looking at me like that," $a_they snaps, standing up abruptly. $a_Their chain jingles with the movement. "Are we going or what? The stores won't stay open forever just because you decided to have an emotional crisis over coffee." You can see the tips of $a_their ears turning red as $a_they adjusts $a_their collar, steadfastly avoiding your gaze. The Christmas music continues to play softly in the background as you both gather your things, Athiel muttering something under $a_their breath about 'making everything complicated'. <<button "NEXT" "CSA22">><</button>>

Athiel's expression shifts, a slight frown creasing $a_their forehead as $a_they pauses mid-way through adjusting hi coat. "What's that supposed to mean? Would you prefer if I just leave you alone?" "No, that's not..." you trail off, fingers fidgeting with your nearly empty cup. "I just don't want to force you to stay with me. I know you probably had other plans and–" "Oh my god, shut up," $a_they cuts you off, a faint blush creeping up $a_their neck as $a_they looks pointedly at the fairy lights above. "I wouldn't– I mean, I don't mind, okay? It's not like I'm doing this out of pity or whatever stupid thing you're thinking right now." You open your mouth to protest but $a_they quickly adds, "Just hurry up and finish your coffee already. The stores are gonna be packed and I refuse to wait in line because you're being slow." $a_Their ocean blue eyes deliberately avoid yours as $a_they fiddles with the chain on $a_their hip, clearly uncomfortable with the emotional turn of the conversation. "Besides," $a_they mumbles so quietly you almost miss it. "Maybe I just want to..." $a_they clears $a_their throat. "Are you done yet or what?" You notice how the tips of $a_their ears are red, but decide not to comment on it. $a_Their roundabout way of showing $a_they cares is... kind of endearing, even if $a_they'd probably throw a fit if you ever said that out loud. <<button "NEXT" "CSA22">><</button>>

Athiel's brows furrow slightly, $a_their ocean eyes searching your face. "What? Do you want me to leave you alone or something?" "No, that's not..." you shake your head, fingers tapping against your coffee cup. "I just don't want you to feel obligated to stay with me." $a_They stares at you for a moment before looking away, the tips of $a_their ears turning pink. "I'm not– I don't feel obligated," $a_they mutters, fiddling with $a_their chain. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to, okay? I don't do shit I don't want to do." "But–" "Just stop it already," $a_they cuts you off, still not meeting your eyes. "I don't mind, alright? Now hurry up and finish your stupid coffee before it gets cold." "Athiel–" "I said hurry up," $a_they interrupts again, standing abruptly. "The shopping center's gonna be packed and I refuse to wait in line forever because you're too slow drinking your boring ass coffee." You watch as $a_they adjusts $a_their perfectly styled hair in the reflection of $a_their phone, clearly trying to act like the previous conversation didn't happen. "And stop looking at me like that," $a_they grumbles, shoving $a_their phone in $a_their pocket. "Are you done yet or what?" <<button "NEXT" "CSA22">><</button>>

You blink at the growing pile of bags in Athiel's arms as $a_they hands $a_their credit card to the cashier yet again. "That's... a lot of stuff." "Your point?" $a_they asks, signing the receipt with a flourish. "Who are all these for?" you question. There's so many bags, probably 12? 15? A <i>lot</i>. That can't be just for $a_them, right? $a_They scoffs, rolling $a_their eyes as $a_they adds another shopping bag to $a_their collection. "For me, obviously. Who else would they be for?" "I mean... it's Christmas Eve," you point out, eyeing the designer clothes, accessories, and what looks like a ridiculously expensive skincare set. "Yeah, and?" $a_they shifts the bags in $a_their arms, the chain on $a_their hip jingling with the movement. "It's called self-care, ever heard of it?" Your brows shoot up in surprise. "So you bought yourself... Christmas presents?" "Why not?" $a_they challenges, chin tilting up defiantly. "No one else is going to buy me exactly what I want. Besides," $a_they adds with a smirk, "I deserve it." "You bought six different shirts." "And they're all perfect," $a_they declares, then shoves some of the bags at you. "Here, make yourself useful instead of questioning my life choices." "God, these are heavier than I thought," you grunt, adjusting your grip on the bags. "Beauty is pain," $a_they says dramatically, already walking toward another store. "Oh, that jacket looks good. C'mon, I need to try it on." That earns a sigh from you. "Athiel, you literally just bought two jackets." "Yeah, but this one's different," $a_they calls over $a_their shoulder. "It has chains on the sleeves. Keep up, will you?" You can only shake your head and follow $a_them, wondering how many more bags you'll end up carrying before $a_they's satisfied. Once in the store, $a_they immediately starts grabbing jackets to try on. You, on the other hand, take your usual spot on one of the small couches nearby. As you watch $a_them try on clothes one after another, you already feel exhausted just from observing $a_them. "That black leather jacket looks better than the red one," you comment as Athiel twirls in front of the fitting room mirror for the fifth time. "Obviously," $a_they snorts, adjusting the collar. "But I'm getting both anyway." <<button "NEXT" "CSA23">><</button>>

Twenty minutes and three more bags later, Athiel suddenly stops in front of a smoothie shop. "I need something to drink. All this shopping is exhausting." "You mean all this spending?" you can't help but let out a small laugh. "Same thing," $a_they waves dismissively, already scanning the menu. "What do you want?" "I can pay for–" "Just pick something," $a_they cuts you off, not even looking at you. You end up sitting on a bench in the middle of the shopping center, surrounded by Athiel's shopping bags while $a_they takes pictures of $a_their smoothie from various angles. "The lighting here sucks," $a_they complains, adjusting $a_their position. "Move over, your shadow is ruining the shot." You scoot to the side, sipping your smoothie. "You know it's gonna melt, right?" "Shh," $a_they holds up a finger. "I need to capture the perfect gradient before the colors mix." $a_They pauses, tilting $a_their head. "Actually, wait. Move back a bit. Your boring drink might actually make a good color contrast." "Glad my 'boring' drink could be of service." "Less talking, more posing," $a_they instructs, positioning both drinks just so. $a_They glances at you. "Are you really just going to sit there and drink it?" You take back your smoothie with a shrug. "That was kind of the point of buying them, wasn't it?" $a_They rolls $a_their eyes but focus back on $a_their pics. $a_They takes $a_their time arranging $a_their pink smoothie, angling it just right so the afternoon light filtering through the mall's skylights catches the condensation on the cup. "Perfect," $a_they mutters, snapping several photos before finally taking a sip. You're halfway through your own smoothie when you notice $a_them fidgeting with $a_their phone, glancing at you from the corner of $a_their eye. Suddenly, $a_they scoots closer on the bench, $a_their thigh almost touching yours. You cock an eyebrow at $a_them. "What are you doing?" <<button "NEXT" "CSA24">><</button>>

"I..." $a_they starts, then stops, $a_their cheeks dusting pink as $a_they raises $a_their phone slightly. "Can we... take a picture? Together?" "For your Instagram?" $a_They shakes $a_their head, suddenly finding $a_their smoothie very interesting. "No, not for... not for Instagram." "Oh." You blink, surprised. Athiel always, always posts everything on $a_their social media—him half-asleep, watching TV, going out, and random shots too. You don't understand why $a_they'd want to take a pic just for the sake of it. It's so out of character… "Then...?" "Just... forget it," $a_they mumbles, starting to pull away. "It's stupid–" "No, wait," you catch $a_their wrist before $a_they can retreat. "We can take a picture." $a_Their eyes light up for a second before $a_they schools $a_their expression back to $a_their usual arrogant one. "Of course you'd want to take a picture with me. Just... don't make a weird face." $a_They holds up $a_their phone, and you notice $a_their hand trembling slightly as $a_they angles it. You lean in closer, and $a_they stiffens for a moment before relaxing. "Ready?" $a_they asks softly. "Ready." $a_They takes several shots, and you pretend not to notice how $a_they immediately checks them, a small, genuine smile playing on $a_their lips before $a_they quickly pockets $a_their phone. "Your smoothie's melting," $a_they points out, clearly trying to change the subject. But you don't miss how $a_they doesn't move back to $a_their original spot, staying close enough that your shoulders brush whenever either of you moves. <<button "NEXT" "CSA25">><</button>>

"Your coat is atrocious," Athiel suddenly declares. $a_They leans closer, fingers reaching out to tug at your sleeve. "The material is so cheap." You glance down at where $a_their fingers are playing with the fabric. You tilt your head. "It's comfortable." "It's ugly," $a_they corrects, but $a_their touch lingers longer than necessary. "Look at these loose threads. And this color? Really?" You squint your eyes, as if trying to see what $a_they's talking about. Your coat is not fancy but it's not horrible either… right? Your brows furrow slightly. Maybe you should consider buying another one. $a_Their fingers brush against your wrist as $a_they pretends to examine the stitching, and you notice $a_they's shifted closer on the bench, $a_their knee almost touching yours. "The fit is all wrong too," $a_they continues, voice a bit softer than $a_their usual sharp tone. $a_Their hand moves to adjust your collar, knuckles grazing your neck. "You should let me help you shop sometime. Clearly you need it." "There's nothing wrong with my clothes," you say as $a_they's back to fiddling with your sleeve, $a_their fingers occasionally brushing against yours in what seems less and less like accidents. "Everything is wrong with your clothes," $a_they scoffs, but there's no real bite to it. $a_They's looking intently at where $a_they's playing with your sleeve, a slight pink tinting $a_their ears. "The shoulders are too loose, the neckline is basic, and don't even get me started on–" Someone walks past with a shopping cart, forcing $a_them to move closer to avoid getting hit. $a_They doesn't move back. "On what?" you ask, watching as $a_their fingers continue their seemingly absent-minded exploration of your sleeve. "On..." $a_they trails off, realizing $a_they's been touching your arm for way too long. $a_They quickly pulls $a_their hand back, resting it flat on the bench between you. "Whatever. Your fashion sense is hopeless anyway." And yet, $a_they's still sitting closer than before, $a_their shoulder occasionally bumping yours as $a_they pretends to be very interested in $a_their drink. ---- *[[You casually rest your hand on the bench next to the model's, making sure to keep your gaze fixed ahead as you hook your pinky around Athiel's.|CSA26]] *[[You can't help a small smile on your lips as you whisper. "You're adorable, Athiel Winter."|CSA27]] *[[You cock a brow, staring at Athiel for a long moment before looking away, your hand covering the model's.|CSA28]] *[[Your cheeks heat up as you tentatively hook your pinky around Athiel's, your heart fluttering at the small contact.|CSA29]]

You can feel $a_them tense immediately, $a_their breath catching audibly. "What are you–" $a_they starts, but cuts $a_themself off abruptly. You continue staring ahead, pretending to watch people pass by, but you're hyper-aware of how $a_their pinky trembles slightly against yours. From the corner of your eye, you can see the way $a_their chest rises and falls with quick, shallow breaths. After what feels like an eternity of tense silence, $a_their finger curls more firmly around yours. You hear $a_them let out a shaky breath, and when you risk a subtle glance, you catch the deep flush spreading across $a_their cheeks. $a_They's been blushing a lot today, and it makes you wonder what's really going on in $a_their mind. "Just..." $a_they mumbles, $a_their voice lacking its usual sharp edge. "Don't think this means anything." Despite $a_their words, $a_their pinky tightens around yours, $a_their shoulder now firmly pressed against yours. $a_They keeps $a_their face turned away. $a_Their body doesn't lie, though. The tips of $a_their ears have turned bright red, matching the blush that's crept down $a_their neck. "I still hate your clothes," $a_they adds weakly, but $a_their pinky remains intertwined with yours, betraying $a_their words. You can't help but smile at the contradiction. <<button "NEXT" "CSA30">><</button>>

$a_Their head snaps towards you, blue eyes widening as $a_their cheeks instantly flush a deep pink. "W-what? Stop talking nonsense." You simply smile warmly at $a_them, causing the blush to spread down $a_their neck. $a_They shifts on the bench, clearly flustered but not moving away. "You look stupid with that smile," $a_they mutters, and yet $a_their voice lacks its usual sharp edge. "It's okay to be adorable, you know," you murmur softly, watching as $a_they fidgets with $a_their drink. $a_Their shoulders relax slightly at your words, though $a_they tries to hide the small smile tugging at $a_their lips by bringing $a_their free hand up to wipe at a non-existent drop on the corner of $a_their mouth. "Whatever," $a_they mumbles, but $a_their tone is gentle, almost fond. The silence between you is comfortable now, $a_their shoulder still pressed against yours as $a_they pretends to be very interested in the people walking by. $a_Their small smile hasn't completely faded. <<button "NEXT" "CSA30">><</button>>

The warmth of $a_their skin seeps through your palm as you keep your gaze fixed ahead, pretending to be very interested in the people passing by. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Athiel hisses, $a_their voice coming out higher than usual. You shrug, keeping your tone casual even as your heart races. "Keeping your hand warm." "I– That's–" $a_they huffs, then huffs again, clearly flustered and having no idea what to respond to this. $a_Their ears are burning red now, a stark contrast against $a_their fair skin and blond hair. "You can't just- I mean-" $a_They trails off, seemingly at a loss for words. For once, the usually sharp-tongued model is speechless. You're about to pull away when you feel it—the subtle spread of $a_their fingers beneath yours, creating spaces that your fingers naturally fall into. Your breath catches as $a_they slowly, hesitantly interlaces $a_their fingers with yours, $a_their grip uncertain at first before tightening ever so slightly. "Your hands are cold anyway," $a_they mutters under $a_their breath, still refusing to look at you even as $a_their thumb brushes against yours in what feels like an unconscious gesture. The blush has spread from $a_their ears to $a_their cheeks now, and you notice $a_they's biting $a_their lower lip, trying and failing to suppress a small smile. <<button "NEXT" "CSA30">><</button>>

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Athiel's voice cracks slightly, $a_their eyes widening as $a_they stares at your linked pinkies. You almost jerk your hand away, but you don't. You keep your gaze fixed ahead, too nervous to even meet $a_their eyes. "I– nothing." "And why do you look so weird?" $a_they demands, leaning closer to peer at your face. "Your face is doing something funny." "I– you're the one who's all red!" you sputter, finally turning to look at $a_them. "I'm not!" Athiel protests immediately, but the pink on $a_their cheeks darkens to a deep red. "My face is perfectly normal, thank you very much." "Y–Yeah right, you're practically glowing right now," you try to say, your voice wavering. "I'm not– you're the one who started this whole thing with your– your–" $a_they waves $a_their free hand around frantically. "Pinky thing!" "Well, you're not moving away," you point out. "Whatever," Athiel huffs loudly, slumping back against the bench. But despite $a_their protests, you feel $a_their pinky tighten around yours, and neither of you move to break the contact. <<button "NEXT" "CSA30">><</button>>

<b>23:35 Macara Residence – Home</b> When Athiel proposed to spend Christmas Eve together, you didn't expect it would mean sitting on a couch at your house, masks on your faces, red wine on the coffee table, and snacks beside you two where you're sitting sideways to face each other. "And why didn't you put up a Christmas tree?" $a_they continues to criticize your lack of decorations in and out of your house. $a_They takes a sip of $a_their glass of wine while you grab another handful of snacks with a shrug. "I didn't want to celebrate Christmas this year." "But you said you would probably do it with Ekissa?" $a_they points out with a skeptical look. "Because if $a_they would've proposed, I wouldn't have minded doing Christmas with $a_them." Athiel hums, placing $a_their glass back on the coffee table before scooting closer, as subtly as $a_they thinks it is. "You could've called me, y'know, for the decorations." You blink at $a_them, a bit confused as to why $a_they'd "waste $a_their precious time" putting up decorations with you. It's already a miracle $a_they's spending Christmas Eve with you tonight. ---- *[["You would've come?" you hear yourself ask before you can stop. You can feel your skin heat up as you backtrack. "For the decorations, I mean?"|CSA31]] *<<if $genderroa == "man">>[["To hear you complain every two seconds?" you tease gently, booping his nose. "I'll pass."|CSA32]]<<else>>[["To hear you complain every two seconds?" you tease gently, booping her nose. "I'll pass."|CSA32]]<</if>> *[["My, you should've told me you were so eager to spend time with me," you smirk.|CSA33]] *[["We could do it next year if you want," you propose with a warm smile.|CSA34]]

Athiel stares at you for a long moment, $a_their ocean blue eyes searching your face before $a_they scoffs. "Well, duh. Not like I have better things to do." "You always have better things to do," you point out with a small smile. "Yeah, well..." $a_they trails off, fidgeting with the face mask. "Maybe I wouldn't mind spending time with you. Sometimes. Like, very rarely." You can't help but chuckle at $a_their behavior. "That's... surprisingly sweet of you." "Don't get used to it," $a_they grumbles, reaching for $a_their wine glass again. "And don't you dare tell anyone I said that." "Your secret's safe with me," you promise, watching as $a_they takes a long sip. "Though I have to ask... why are you really here, Athiel?" $a_They nearly chokes on $a_their wine, setting the glass down with more force than necessary. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Just... you've never wanted to spend time with me before. Not voluntarily, at least." "Maybe..." $a_they starts, then stops. "Maybe I just didn't want you to be alone on Christmas Eve. And... Geez, I just wanted to spend it with you, okay?" "Oh," you breathe out softly. "Stop making it weird," $a_they mutters, but you can see the tips of $a_their ears turning pink. "I still don't like you. At all." "Of course not," you agree, hiding your smile by turning your head. "Heaven forbid." <<button "NEXT" "CSA35">><</button>>

Athiel swats your hand away with a grumble, trying to keep $a_their dignity intact. "I don't complain every time. I do it very rarely." "You literally complained about my curtains being too boring when you walked in," you point out with a grin. "Everything is boring for you when I listen to you." "That's because they are! They're just– ugh, they're just sitting there, being all... boring," $a_they huffs, gesturing dramatically at your windows. You lean back against the armrest, amused. "I beg to differ. You've been complaining non-stop since you got here." $a_They huffs. "I'd rather have you beg for something else." Seeming to realize what $a_they just said, $a_their eyes widening as $a_they chokes on air. A deep blush spreads across $a_their face, visible even with the face mask on. "I– That's not– You didn't hear anything. That never happened. Never. Not a word." "Did you just–" "No! Are you deaf?! I told you you didn't hear anything! Look at your boring walls! They need paintings or something," $a_they quickly changes the subject, practically yelling as $a_they points at random spots on your walls. You snicker, watching $a_them squirm. "Athiel." "And your carpet! Who even chose this color? It hurts my eyes!" "You're the one who helped me pick it," you remind $a_them, thoroughly enjoying $a_their flustered state. "Well clearly past me was blind! Now shut up and drink your wine," $a_they mumbles, slouching further into the couch and refusing to meet your eyes. <<button "NEXT" "CSA35">><</button>>

"That's not what I said," Athiel glares at you, crossing $a_their arms. "I just thought your house could use some taste, is all." "Ah, and only you could give my house some taste?" you drawl, cocking your head to the side with a playful glint in your eyes. "Is that why you came here tonight too? To give my Christmas Eve some taste?" $a_Their cheeks start to redden as $a_they scoffs. "Don't be ridiculous. I just had nothing better to do. And stop saying stuff like this." "Nothing better to do on Christmas Eve?" you lean closer to $a_them, watching $a_their blush deepen. "Not even modeling?" "W-well, obviously not," $a_they sputters, trying to maintain $a_their usual arrogance. "Stop trying to twist my words!" "I'm not twisting anything," you grin, enjoying how flustered $a_they's becoming. "You're the one who brought up wanting to do decorations with me." "Because your house looks depressing," $a_they snaps, but the effect is ruined by how red $a_their face has become. "And– and stop looking at me like that!" "Like what?" you innocently bat your eyes at $a_them. "Like– like you're enjoying this," $a_they grabs $a_their wine glass, taking a large gulp. "I do, very much so." "Oh my god," $a_they groans, hiding $a_their face behind $a_their hands. "This is exactly why I can't stand you." "Yet here you are," you sing-song, reaching to poke $a_their red cheek. "Getting all blushy and cute." "I am NOT cute," $a_they practically shrieks, swatting your hand away. "And I'm not blushy either. It's the wine and your stupid heater." "Sure, blame the wine you barely touched," you chuckle. "It's okay to admit you like spending time with me, you know?" "I would rather die," $a_they declares dramatically, but you don't miss how $a_their eyes dart away from yours, $a_their entire face now matching the color of the wine. <<button "NEXT" "CSA35">><</button>>

Athiel's eyes slightly light up at your words, $a_their fingers playing with the sheet mask on $a_their face. "You serious?" "Of course," you chuckle, "We could make this some kind of tradition, you know? Christmas decoration together, then Christmas Eve with a glass of wine." You gesture toward $a_their drink. A rare smile graces $a_their features, fingertips caressing the stem of $a_their wine glass as $a_they brings it back to $a_their hand. $a_They observes the red liquid, that gentle smile still lingering on $a_their lips. "I'd be happy to do that," $a_they says softly, so softly you almost miss it. "Very happy actually." "I would too," you admit just as softly, watching $a_them lift $a_their gaze to meet yours. Athiel clears $a_their throat, snatching a handful of snacks from the bowl. "These are good by the way," $a_they mutters, trying to hide the faint blush on $a_their cheeks behind the sheet mask. "Where did you get them?" "There's this new store that opened near the bar where Ekissa sings," you explain, grabbing more snacks. "They have all sorts of imported snacks." "Mm," $a_they hums, leaning back against the couch. "We should go there sometime. To get more snacks for next year's Christmas Eve." Your heart warms at how $a_they's already planning next year's celebration. "Yeah, we should." <<button "NEXT" "CSA35">><</button>>

You blink when $a_their hand comes into your view. "Hold still," Athiel murmurs, reaching out to smooth the corner of your mask that's starting to peel off. "Anyway, you won't believe what happened at my last photoshoot." "What happened?" you humor $a_them. "So there's this new photographer, right? Super pretentious, thinks she's God's gift to the modeling industry or whatever," $a_their fingers delicately pat the mask back in place. "And she had the audacity to tell me I wasn't 'capturing the essence' of the shoot." You try not to laugh, knowing it would mess up the mask. "The essence?" "Right? Like what essence? It was a fucking perfume ad!" $a_They rolls $a_their eyes, grabbing $a_their wine glass. "So I told her, 'Listen honey, I've been doing this since forever, I think I know how to pose with a perfume bottle.'" You snort. "You didn't." "Oh, I did. You should've seen her face," $a_they snickers, "Turned all red like a tomato. Then she tried to complain to the creative director, can you believe it?" "No way." You raise your brows, more amused by $a_their facial expressions than the story itself. "What happened then?" "The creative director took one look at my portfolio and basically told her to shut up and let me do my thing." Athiel's smile turns smug. "Obviously." You shake your head fondly. "Obviously." "Ah," $a_they suddenly sits up straighter. "That reminds me, I left something in my car. Give me a sec." Your brows furrow, gaze following $a_them. "What? What did you–" "You'll see," $a_they stands up, stretching slightly. "Don't touch your mask while I'm gone, it needs to set properly." "Yes, $a_sir" you mock salute. "Brat," $a_they throws over $a_their shoulder as $a_they heads to the door. "I'll be right back." The door clicks shut behind $a_them, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the gentle hum of your heating system. <<button "NEXT" "CSA36">><</button>>

The door opens again, and Athiel slips back inside, one hand suspiciously behind $a_their back. $a_They's trying to act casual, but there's something different about $a_their demeanor as $a_they makes $a_their way back to the couch. "Took you long enough," you observe $a_their shift of demeanor with curiosity. "Was starting to think you'd abandoned me." "As if," $a_they scoffs, $a_their voice lacking its usual bite. $a_They sits down next to you, closer than before, $a_their free hand fidgeting with the hem of $a_their well-pressed shirt. "I just... needed to get something." "Oh?" You turn to face $a_them fully. "What is it?" $a_They swallows hard, and you notice a faint blush creeping up $a_their neck. "Don't... don't make fun of me, okay?" "When have I ever made fun of you?" "Do you want that list alphabetically or chronologically?" $a_they quips, but $a_their voice trembles slightly. You want to retort $a_they does the same but refrain. You wait patiently as $a_they seems to gather $a_their courage. Finally, $a_they pulls $a_their hand from behind $a_their back... Revealing a small sprig of mistletoe. <<button "NEXT" "CSA37">><</button>>

"I saw it at the store earlier and..." $a_they trails off, $a_their other hand fidgeting with the hem of $a_their sweater. "I thought maybe..." $a_Their voice gets smaller, more vulnerable than you've ever heard it as $a_they slowly raises the mistletoe above your heads. $a_Their eyes dart everywhere but your face, a stark contrast to $a_their usually bold personality. The usual sharp edges of $a_their personality have softened, replaced by something almost fragile. The Athiel who always has a sarcastic comment ready, who prides $a_themself on $a_their attitude, is nowhere to be seen. Instead, there's just this $a_boy holding a mistletoe above your heads, looking like $a_they's half expecting you to laugh at $a_them, half hoping you won't. You both look like idiots with your masks, but right now, you don't mind it. $a_They's a sight for sore eyes. The vulnerability makes $a_them more endearing than anything else, igniting a desire to protect this side of $a_them, to keep it like a treasure. "It's the tradition... right?" $a_they murmurs, the words barely above a whisper. $a_Their hand trembles slightly, still holding the mistletoe up. "We don't have to if you don't want to, I mean, it's stupid anyway, I should probably–" ---- *<<if $genderroa == "man">>[[You pull him closer by his shirt and kiss him.|CSA38]]<<else>>[[You pull her closer by her shirt and kiss her.|CSA38]]<</if>> *<<if $genderroa == "man">>[[You gently cup his face, swallowing hard as you murmur. "Are you sure...?"|CSA39]]<<else>>[[You gently cup her face, swallowing hard as you murmur. "Are you sure...?"|CSA39]]<</if>> *<<if $genderroa == "man">>[["The masks are in the way," you tease softly, pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "So I hope that'll be enough for now."|CSA40]]<<else>>[["The masks are in the way," you tease softly, pressing a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "So I hope that'll be enough for now."|CSA40]]<</if>> *[["It's not," you cut Athiel off and remove both your masks before Athiel kisses you.|CSA41]]

Not wasting another second, you grab $a_their shirt and pull $a_them close to you. A surprised gasp escapes $a_them as the mistletoe falls forgotten to the floor. Your masks bump awkwardly together, making Athiel let out a shaky laugh against your lips. "Wait, wait," $a_they breathes out, $a_their hands already moving to remove both your masks. $a_Their fingers tremble slightly as $a_they carefully peels them off. "There, much better..." This time when you pull $a_them back in, $a_their lips meet yours properly. The kiss is gentle, almost hesitant at first, like $a_they's scared you might change your mind. Scared it's some kind of cruel joke. But then you slide one hand up to tangle in $a_their hair, and something in $a_them seems to break. $a_They makes this small, desperate noise in the back of $a_their throat before deepening the kiss, $a_their hands coming up to cup your cheeks. $a_Their thumbs brush softly against your skin as $a_they kisses you like $a_they's been dying to do it for ages. When you finally pull apart, both breathing heavily, $a_they keeps $a_their forehead pressed against yours. "Merry Christmas," $a_they murmurs, $a_their voice breathy in a way you've never heard before. $a_Their face is still red, but this time, $a_they embraces it instead of denying everything. "It's not Christmas yet," you can't help but point out, even as your fingers play with the hair at the nape of $a_their neck. A soft smile spreads across $a_their face, $a_their thumb tracing your jaw. "Check your phone. It's midnight." "Oh." "Yeah, oh," $a_they teases, $a_their voice still shaky. There's just warmth now, and something that looks suspiciously like wonder in $a_their eyes. "So... Merry Christmas?" "Merry Christmas, Athiel," you whisper back. <<button "NEXT" "CSA42">><</button>>

Your heart thunders in your chest as you gently cup $a_their face, feeling the warmth of $a_their skin beneath your palms. You wait for $a_their answer, searching for any hesitation in $a_their eyes. A small, desperate noise escapes $a_them as $a_their eyes widen. Without warning, $a_they drops the mistletoe and reaches for both your masks, pulling them off with trembling fingers. "I've never been more sure of anything," $a_they breathes out, and before you can process $a_their words, $a_their hands are cupping your cheeks, pulling you closer until $a_their lips meet yours. The kiss is gentle, almost tentative at first, like $a_they's afraid you might push $a_them away. But when you lean into it, $a_they lets out a soft sound against your mouth, deepening the kiss. $a_Their thumbs brush over your cheekbones as $a_they holds you like you're something precious, something $a_they's afraid might slip through $a_their fingers. When $a_they finally pulls away, $a_they's breathless, $a_their forehead resting against yours. A beautiful blush spreads across $a_their cheeks, and for once, $a_they doesn't try to hide it or play it off with a sarcastic comment. "Merry Christmas," $a_they whispers, $a_their breath fanning across your lips. "It's not Christmas yet," you murmur back, unable to help the smile tugging at your lips. $a_They lets out a quiet laugh, $a_their hands still cradling your face. "Check your phone. It's already midnight." You blink, realizing $a_they's right. "Oh." "Yeah, oh," $a_they teases softly, but there's no bite to it. Just warmth and something else, something that makes your heart skip a beat. "So I get to be the first one to wish you Merry Christmas." <<button "NEXT" "CSA42">><</button>>

A small, surprised noise escapes Athiel's throat, something between a gasp and a whimper. The mistletoe drops forgotten on the couch as $a_their hands find your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt. "That's... that's not fair," $a_they breathes out, $a_their voice shaky. "You can't just..." "Can't what?" you whisper against $a_their skin, feeling the heat radiating from $a_their cheeks even through the mask. Instead of answering, $a_they presses $a_their forehead against yours, $a_their eyes fluttering shut. The usual sharp lines of $a_their face are soft in the dim light, and for once, $a_they's not trying to hide the blush spreading across $a_their cheeks. "Merry Christmas," $a_they murmurs, $a_their thumb drawing small circles on your waist. "It's not time yet," you point out, but you can't help the smile tugging at your lips. Athiel pulls back slightly, just enough to check $a_their phone. $a_Their lips curl into a triumphant smile as $a_they shows you the screen: 00:01. "Actually," $a_they says, and there's that familiar smugness creeping back into $a_their voice. "It is Christmas." "Smartass," you mutter fondly. "You love it," $a_they teases, then immediately looks like $a_they regrets the words. "I mean– that's not– I didn't–" "Athiel?" "Yeah?" "Shut up," you say softly, pressing another kiss to the corner of $a_their mouth, mask be damned. This time, $a_they doesn't make a sound, but $a_their grip on your waist tightens just a fraction, and you can feel $a_their smile against your skin. "Make me," $a_they whispers, and despite the bravado in $a_their words, there's a vulnerability in $a_their voice that makes your heart skip a beat. "Be patient with me," you whisper. And at your surprise, $a_they nods slowly. "I will." <<button "NEXT" "CSA42">><</button>>

Your heart thunders in your chest as you remove it, watching Athiel's eyes widen when you lean closer to remove $a_their too. "Wait, the masks need to–" $a_they starts, but $a_their protest dies in $a_their throat as you drop both masks on the coffee table. "The masks can wait," you whisper, watching as $a_their eyes dart to your lips. The mistletoe trembles above your heads, Athiel's hand shaking slightly. Athiel swallows hard, and before you can say anything else, $a_they surges forward, capturing your lips with $a_theirs. $a_Their kiss is desperate, like $a_they's been holding back for too long. The mistletoe drops forgotten to the floor as $a_their hands find your waist, pulling you closer. A small noise escapes $a_them when you respond to the kiss, $a_their fingers digging into your sides like $a_they's afraid you might push $a_them away. $a_Their other hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing against your cheek with a gentleness that contrasts with the urgency of $a_their kiss. When you finally break apart, Athiel presses $a_their forehead against yours, $a_their face flushed. For once, $a_they doesn't try to hide $a_their blush or play it off with a sarcastic comment. "Merry Christmas," $a_they murmurs, $a_their thumb still tracing circles on your cheek. "It's not Christmas yet," you whisper back, but you can't help smiling. Athiel pulls back just enough to show you $a_their phone screen, displaying 00:01. "Actually, it is." "You planned this, didn't you?" "Maybe," $a_they admits with a soft laugh. "Is that okay?" Instead of answering, $a_they leans in again, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. You can feel $a_their smile against your mouth, Christmas doesn't feel quite so empty anymore. "Our masks are ruined now," $a_they mumbles against your lips. "Worth it," you breathe out, and $a_their answering laugh makes your heart skip a beat. "Yeah," $a_they agrees, stealing another quick kiss. "Definitely worth it." <<button "NEXT" "CSA42">><</button>>

The snow continues to fall outside, blanketing the world in white. Through the window, the streetlights cast a soft glow on the pristine snow, creating a magical atmosphere. But inside your warm home, neither of you seems to notice the winter wonderland unfolding beyond the glass. You're both lost in your own bubble, your own little world where nothing exists except the warmth of $a_their touch and the soft sound of $a_their breathing. Athiel's fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, $a_their usual sharp edges melted away into something softer, something more vulnerable. $a_Their other hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers together as if it's the most natural thing in the world. The gesture is so unlike $a_their usual dramatic and arrogant flair, so genuinely tender that it makes your heart flutter. You don't know if tomorrow that same Athiel will still be here, still looking at you like you hung the moon. You don't know if you'll act differently or even talk about this moment. But Christmas couldn't be more sweet than with this $a_man who pretends to be made of thorns but touches you like you're made of glass. With this $a_man who trades $a_their sarcasm for soft whispers and gentle touches. With Athiel, who looks at you like you've given $a_them all the stars in the sky just by letting $a_them stay. The night stretches ahead, full of possibilities, and for once, the holiday season doesn't feel like something to endure. Instead, it feels like something to cherish, something to hold close and never let go. <<button "NEXT" "CSA43">><</button>>

The next day, Athiel is gone. However, something is resting on your coffee table: a coat with a little note that says, "Hope you'll like it." <<button "END/ MERRY CHRISTMAS!" "Intro2">><</button>>

<<button "AND THEN, YOU DIED" "MCPOVINTR1">><</button>>

Are you sarcastic or genuine? <<radiobutton "$sarcastic3" "yes" checked>>Sarcastic <<radiobutton "$sarcastic3" "no">>Genuine Are you intimidating or charming? <<radiobutton "$persona3" "intimid" checked>>Intimidating <<radiobutton "$persona3" "charm">>Charming <<button "NEXT" "MCPOV1">><</button>>

<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $genuine to "no">><<else>><<set $sarcastic to "no">><</if>><b>06:08 Macara Residence – Home</b> The early morning and the birds singing outside slowly wake you up. One eye cracks open, while the other has a difficult time opening because of the brightness of the room, despite the sun not being entirely up yet. You'd rather stay in bed with your $e_boyfriend, lazing and snuggling with $e_them all day. It'd be so easy to close your eyes and return to the dream world. And with how hot it is outside? You're already reluctant to get your foot out of the much cooler house. Alas, you can't. You promised your brother you'd check on him and have breakfast at his apartment. It's not often that you have some alone time with just the two of you, so you won't miss this opportunity to have your brother alone and enjoy some sibling time. Most of the time, there's either his roommate or $namee—not that any of you mind them—but that doesn't change the fact that you want—and will—spend time with Vince. Having some quality times with just your brother is something you've missed. That's why you promised him you'd come early so you two can eat breakfast before his shift at the bar starts. Shifting on the bed to lie on your side, your attention is drawn to the $e_man beside you, still sleeping soundly, still looking cruelly gorgeous even when in slumber. You can't help but reach out to stroke $e_their hair, a small smile gracing your lips. $namee mirrors your lovestruck smile as $e_they stirs awake, as if sensing your gaze on $e_them. $e_Their eyes are still closed while $e_they stretches $e_their arms high above $e_their head, $e_their body sinking further into the bed, causing the blanket to almost hide $e_their adorable features. "I'm awake…" $e_they mumbles, not sounding awake at all, which is surprising for a sunshine kind of person like $e_them, especially in the mornings. ---- *[["Sleep a bit more if you're tired," you murmur, sliding your hand down to cup your lover's cheek.|EAPOV1.1]] *[["No you're not," you grin sleepily, squishing your lover's cheek.|EAPOV1.2]] *[[You hum fondly. "So I can see."|EAPOV1.3]] *[[You snort, cocking your brow. "That true? Your eyes don't seem to agree with you."|EAPOV1.4]]

"Am not…" $namee shakes $e_their head, the movement tired and slow. Your thumb rubs soothingly against $e_their skin. "Liar." $e_They seems to consider lying again or not before a weak chuckle escapes $e_them. "Am also not…" You sigh fondly, shaking your head as you admire the $e_man lying close to you. $e_Their lashes flutter open but close almost instantly at the light, a frown forming between $e_their brows. "Ugh… too much light…" "I knew you were a vampire," you tease, pressing close enough to rest your cheek against $e_their stomach. Another weak laugh bubbles out of $e_their chest, the sound is simply music to your ears. "Pfft, I don't sparkle under the light, last time I checked." "That's ri–" "Though, I don't need this to sparkle alright," $e_they continues smugly. "My look and personality shine enough. I'll probably put Edward to shame if my skin starts sparkling." <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"And you're so modest too," you drawl with a shake of your head. "Right?" $e_they grins, the tips of $e_their fingers tracing patterns on your bare shoulders. "I knew you'd get me." "That was—" "The truth, I know." "No, actually that was—" "Honesty? I know that too, babe." <i>Sarcasm</i>. That's what you keep trying to say, but seems like $e_they's not gonna let you finish your sentence anyway. So you let $e_them win on this, if a bit reluctantly.<<else>>"Modesty is not one of your qualities, babe," you chuckle. "But you love me anyway," $e_they counters with a grin. "That, I do." You admit without needing to fight much on this. $e_Their features lighten up. "Yeah?" "Uh-huh," you nod, pressing a kiss against $e_their stomach through the fabric. "I love you too," $e_they murmurs softly, features softening.<</if>> <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.5">><</button>>

$namee lets out a whiny grumble, $e_their hands finding your wrists to weakly try to remove your hands from $e_their face. "Babe, stooop," $e_they whines, but you can feel $e_their cheeks lifting in a smile under your palms. "Make me," you challenge playfully, squishing $e_their cheeks a bit more, which makes $e_them look like an adorable, grumpy hamster and is anything but scary. $e_Their blue agate eyes finally open properly to stare at you with a mix of amusement and fake annoyance. "You're mean," $e_they pouts, but $e_their hands on your wrists stay gentle as ever. A cheeky smile tugs at the corner of $e_their lips. "And here I thought you loved me." "I do love you," you say earnestly, but you still don't let go of $e_their cheeks. "I love your squishy cheeks too." $e_They groans dramatically, finally releasing your wrists to throw an arm over $e_their eyes. "My cheeks aren't squishy. They're chiseled and model-worthy, thank you very much." You can't help but laugh at $e_their theatrics, finally releasing $e_their face to prop yourself up on your elbow. "Sure they are, babe." "They are!" $e_they protests, peeking at you from under $e_their arm. $e_Their messy bed hair and the slight pout on $e_their lips make $e_them look cuter than the professional model $e_they usually portrays. "I'll have you know that these cheeks got me several contracts." You hum, pretending to consider $e_their words seriously. "Really? These squishable, pinchable cheeks?" $e_Their arm falls away from $e_their face as $e_they narrows $e_their eyes at you, though the effect is somewhat ruined by the smile $e_they's fighting. "You're being mean right now." "And yet, you love me," you remind $e_them cheekily. $e_Their expression softens, the playful atmosphere shifting into something warmer as $e_they reaches up to cup your face. "Yeah," $e_they murmurs, thumb brushing your cheek. "Yeah, I do." <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.5">><</button>>

$namee whines, wiggling under the blanket until only $e_their nose and up are visible. $e_Their blue agate eyes peek at you through $e_their messy hair, sleep still evident in them despite $e_their attempt to look awake. "Don't humor me when I'm trying to be witty." "Can't help it," you murmur, your fingers finding their way back to $e_their hair. "You're too cute right now to not humor you." $e_Their eyes crinkle at the corners, a tell-tale sign that $e_they's smiling underneath the blanket. "I'm always cute." You hum again, this time in agreement. The comfortable silence settles between you two as you keep running your fingers through $e_their hair, something you know $e_they loves. $e_Their eyes flutter close at the gentle ministration, contentment written all over $e_their features. "Gonna sleep again…?" you murmur gently, continuing your ministration. "Mh…" $e_they hums, muttering something else incoherently. Your lips tug upward, unable not to melt at the sight. "Where's my morning sunshine?" "Taking vacation," your $e_boyfriend quips, $e_their eyebrows wiggling slowly despite $e_their sleepy state. Your brows lift, smile widening a tad. "That's a shame." "Is it?" "Not really," you respond, stroking $e_their hair. "If my morning sunshine is too tired, then I'll allow some vacation." A long, content sigh escapes $e_their nostrils. "Thanks, babe." <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.5">><</button>>

Your $e_boyfriend snuggles deeper in the blanket as $e_they hums, the sound muffled by the blanket. "It's because I'm allergic to light." "Really?" a mock-surprised gasp escapes you, a hand pressing against your chest. "Edward Cullen, is that you?" "He's not allergic, though," $namee points out with a small chuckle, $e_their eyes slowly fluttering open to squint at you from under $e_their messy blond hair. "He just sparkles." "Does he?" <<if $genderroe == "woman">>"Yeah, and do I look like him?" she pouts, reaching out to guide your hand and place it against her cheek. You prop yourself up on your elbow and tilt your head while your thumb strokes her skin with reverence. "Even if you were a man, you'd be hotter than him. But no, you don't look like him." "Yeah?" "Mmh, you look like…." "Like?" Your lips tug in a half-smile. "Like my hot girlfriend." "That I am," she preens under your attention, closing her eyes with a smile that nearly reaches her ears as she closes her eyes, her earrings glinting under the soft light.<<else>>"Yeah, and do I look like $e_them?" $e_they pouts, reaching out to guide your hand and place it against $e_their cheek. You prop yourself up on your elbow and tilt your head while your thumb strokes $e_their skin with reverence. "I mean, you're blond so I'd say no." That earns a wrinkle of $e_their nose, not satisfied with your answer as $e_they turns $e_their head, $e_their short hair following the movement and hiding one side of $e_their face. "Alright." "What?" "Nothing." Your lips twitch in amusement as you turn $e_their head back to you with your hand on $e_their cheek. "You're hotter. Is it what you wanted to hear?" "With more conviction, maybe." "You do look hotter than $e_them, babe," you raise your brows, your eyes shifting between $e_theirs. "That I am," $e_they preens under your attention, the pout forgotten, replaced by a smile that almost reaches $e_their ears as $e_they closes $e_their eyes, satisfied.<</if>> <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.5">><</button>>

"I have to go," you tell $e_them, voice softening as you lean in to press a kiss against $e_their lips. A tiny frown makes its way on $e_their face, $e_their blue agate eyes still barely able to stay fully opened. $e_They shifts on the bed. "Mmmh… where…? Are you cheating on me?" <<if $persona3 == "intimid">>The shit-eating and very sleepy grin $e_they offers elicits an eyeroll from you as you sit up on the heels of your feet to look down at $e_them. "Of course not. I'm just heading to Vince's, I told you last night."<<else>>You let out a soft chuckle, sitting up on the heels of your feet to look down at $e_them. "No, I'm just heading to Vince's, I told you last night."<</if>> Before you can get up, $namee's arms and legs hurry to wrap around you like a koala. $e_Their face burying in the crook of your neck, $e_they mumbles. "Wait, just a bit longer." "A bit longer usually means an hour with you." A noise of protest escapes $e_their throat, $e_their nose nuzzling against your neck. $e_They groans. "Can I have a kiss at least?" "I can do that," you murmur, eyes sparkling with mirth and fondness. $e_They pulls away just enough to face you, a warm smile touching $e_their lips as $e_they waits patiently for $e_their kiss. Leaning in, you grant $e_their wish, mouth brushing $e_their before pressing in a slow, tender kiss. A dreamy sigh escapes $e_their nostrils when you pull back. "I love you, babe." Your lips quirk up, expression softening. "I love you too." "C'mon, chop chop, off you go," $e_they pats your hip, urging you to leave before $e_they can change $e_their mind. With a small laugh, you comply. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.6">><</button>>

<b>6:50 Vince's apartment</b> After having lingered at home with dozens of hugs and kisses from your $e_boyfriend, you're now finally at your brother's place with takeout breakfast. Vince just woke up—<<if $haircolor == "blue">>dark hair<<else>>$haircolor hair<</if>> disheveled, clothes wrinkled; he's a complete mess right now. It's not only him, the apartment is in the same state, with clothes scattered everywhere, there's not a single place where you can't see them. When you pointed that out, Vince told you it was his roommate's stuff. You know Vince well enough to recognize some of his clothes that are ‘supposed' to be his roommate's, but you didn't call him out on this. You're not here to bother him about tidying his place—even if you're itching to do it, having been used to a neat house at your own home—but to spend time with him. Sitting at the table next to your brother, the smell of coffee, pancakes, eggs and bacon fills the air and wafts through the opened window you had to open to air out the space, which smelled like… well, like young people living together without cleaning anything and who don't seem to mind the odor of their own sweat or smelly socks. "You what?" Vince sputters, nearly choking on his coffee which has you patting his back to help him breathe. Maybe announcing what you were about to do last night while he was eating wasn't a good idea, after all. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.7">><</button>>

Once he catches his breath, you clear your throat and focus on your plate. "Mh, I didn't." A pause. "But I wanted to." "What stopped you?" Vince asks, taking a large gulp of his coffee as his gaze stays on you. Both confusion and surprise shift across his features, as if he doesn't fully get why you'd chicken out. It's true that after three years of a relationship with $namee, you wonder yourself why you didn't propose in the end. It should be easy; $namee always finds a way to put you at ease. But it's not. Proposing isn't like giving flowers and being done with it. It's deeper than that, and that's what scares you. Both $namee's response and the fact that you're ready to be linked to $e_them forever are scary. For all you know, in a year or two, you two might be tired of each other or will end up like your parents. You don't know that, but it's precisely because you don't know that it's terrifying. You're not afraid to give your all to $namee, but afraid of something going south, as it always seems to do for you. "I don't know," you sigh, passing a hand over your face. "It's just... nerve-wracking." "It'll be fine," your brother drawls. "You're just overthinking." Earning no answer, he nudges your foot under the table. And again. And again. "You don't know that." He rolls his eyes, propping his chin on his palm to look at you. A lazy smile splits his face. "Maybe I should steal your $e_man if you don't put a ring on it." <<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You snap your attention from your plate to him with narrowed eyes. "Disrespectful lil shit," you reach out, messing up his hair more than it already is, but there's no heat in your words. "Say that again." "Jeez, I was only joking," he chuckles, batting your hand away, not putting much effort into it. You retract your hand, muttering under your breath. "You better be." "Always so.... charming, I see," Vince comments. "Mh," you grunt.<<else>>You tear your gaze away from your plate to raise a brow at your brother. "Is that a challenge, lil brother?" "Not really," his smile widens just a little as if ready to push your button just a bit more, but the amusement in his eyes is a dead giveaway that he's just joking. "But $namee is not bad to look at and–" You know he's teasing you, and that's precisely why you reach out to mess up his already messy hair. "Say that again, I dare you." "Alright, alright," he chuckles, batting your hand away, not putting much effort into it. "Got enough?" you grin, pulling away your hand with a fond look.<</if>> "When then?" he gets back on track as he takes a bite of his pancakes. "If you wanna propose, might as well do it sooner rather than later. I bet $namee is itching to do it and probably will if you don't." ---- *<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["I don't know when, maybe tonight...?" you shrug helplessly. "I want to do it before he can, but can't really help it if I'm nervous."|EAPOV1.8]]<<else>>[["I don't know when, maybe tonight...?" you shrug helplessly. "I want to do it before she can, but can't really help it if I'm nervous."|EAPOV1.8]]<</if>> *[["I know, I just... panicked," you click your tongue, annoyed at yourself. "I'll do it tonight."|EAPOV1.9]]

"$e_They'll say yes anyway," your brother mumbles while chewing on his food. "$e_They's like a puppy waiting for you to ask already. I wouldn't be surprised if $e_they just goes and tells you to hurry up and propo–" "Don't talk while eating," you raise your brows expectantly, earning another eyeroll from your brother, who listens to you in the end anyway. You heave a long sigh. "I know $e_they has his doubts about the proposition; I think I was obvious at the restaurant last night. But it's just doubt for now, I don't think $e_they knows." "$e_They'll know eventually," Vince points out. "Then if I'm lucky, $e_they'll know when I'll propose and not before." You answer, your fingers drumming against the table. "You really think $e_they'll say yes…?" The young man throws you a deadpan look, watching you like you're the dumbest person he has ever known. That elicits a surprise laugh from you. "Alright, I get it. No need to look at me like that." "You just ask the dumbest question sometimes; it always leaves me speechless," he quips, pointing his fork in your direction. "It's obvious you two will marry eventually, so the result is the same in the end. Don't overthink it." "Mh," you hum absently. You'll have to trust him on that. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.10">><</button>>

"Tonight, huh?" Vince hums. "With another dinner?" "I don't know; this ‘Hearth' restaurant cost me half of the cash I had from the little jobs I did," you scrunch your nose. Your brother blinks slowly at you in surprise. "Wait, you paid?" "What's up with the look?" you raise a brow, torn between being offended or proud with his reaction. "Of course I paid." "I mean, you're always all about grabbing the cheapest stuff." "I'm not," you retort, but the way you say it doesn't convince the young man. "What?" "Heh, another obvious tell that you're in too deep already," he chuckles with a fond shake of his head. You shrug, taking a bite of your own food. "I'll take it as a compliment." "It is." <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.10">><</button>>

"Shoot me a text when you get there," Vince mumbles, wrapping his arms around you with a soft sigh. "And thanks for coming, $name." You hug him back with a small smile. "I promised, didn't I?" "Mh, should do this more often," he rests his chin on your shoulder, enjoying the embrace with softening features. <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Yeah, because I <i>love</i> when $namee sulks all day because I don't give $e_them enough attention and time," you drawl, rubbing his back up and down before pulling away. "But I'll try to find the time to come here more often."<<else>>"You want $namee to sulk all day?" you huff a laugh, rubbing his back up and down before pulling away. "But I'll try to find the time to come here more often."<</if>> He grins, satisfied with that. "A'ight. Take care." "I will. And you, try to clean this place. Do you know how many clothes I saw in just the livi–" The door closes in your face, followed by a smug laugh from behind it. <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Oh wow, real mature, Vince," you roll your eyes, but there's fondness in your tone as you take your leave. "Love you!"<<else>>"Hey!" you gasp in mock offense, though a chuckle follows just after as you take your leave. "Love you!"<</if>> "Love you too!" his muffled answer is quick. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.11">><</button>>

<div style="text-align: center;">Neither of you knew it'd be the last time you'd see each other.</div> <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.12">><</button>>

All you see are flashes of the scene, like a camera taking one picture at a time at a slow pace. The gray car changes lanes to briefly take yours on the road, driving just in front of you, facing your vehicle. This is so surreal that your brain freezes for a second. Are you daydreaming? The way the man's head snaps away from whatever he was doing to meet your gaze with wide eyes is unsettling, like something whispering in your ear and announcing your doom. Adrenaline shoots through your veins when you realize you're not daydreaming at all. There's one thing you understand. He didn't notice his car wasn't where it should be. In just a second, you see the panic in his eyes, mixed with a 'sorry' and a 'please be okay' in just <i>one</i> look. You noticed all of it and were somewhat able to read it all with one single look. You swerve your car sharply on your right to avoid any accident. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.13">><</button>>

<div style="text-align: center;">But you cause one anyway.</div> <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.14">><</button>>

The car doesn't flip, but it doesn't stop either when you try to regain control over it; it doesn't give you the time to do what you should have done. Buckle your seatbelt. It always happens to others anyway. Not buckling your seatbelt won't end up with you dead anyway. It won't kill you anyway. Why need it when you're going somewhere nearby anyway? That's what careless people often think. And today, you were careless. It happens so fast. Too fast for you to catch up on what's happening. You can't tell what you did in those last seconds; you were here, and yet it's like you're watching yourself do things you can't really control. Like a dream you have no power over. Your instinct took control of your body, but you're not sure if it's a good or bad thing. You're not sure if, without your instinct, you would've done a better job avoiding what's about to happen. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.15">><</button>>

The car speeds a few meters into the small forest on the side of the road, crashing against one of the many trees there. Multiple pieces of debris shatter and scatter everywhere, the windshield not resisting the impact. Here you are, flying without needing any wings. Your heart jumps, and then relief washes over you when you realize you didn't hit the tree you just crashed into. The relief doesn't last long. You don't feel it when your body strikes a bark of a tree, nor when you fall onto the grass and hit some hard, thick roots just like that. Your body is like a ragdoll, the shock and impact forcing you to move whether you want to or not. The fall is muffled and quiet. There's no loud crash like in the movies, just a brief noise of the car crashing against the tree and the soft sound of your landing. You're still not feeling anything, you're dazed, yet fighting to catch your breath at the same time. "No no no no," you hear without really listening to the voice. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.16">><</button>>

You don't respond. You can't. Something slides down your head, tingling your skin on its way, but you still don't realize what's happening. What you slowly become aware of is your breathing—heavy and labored. A sound that terrifies your, the only one reverberating again and again in your skull. The last time you breathed like that was years ago, when you dared to talk back to your father and stood your ground for once in your life. You still remember lying in the same position as today, on your stomach, hands next to your head. Too beat up to breathe or think clearly. The tears well up, your eyes shining. You can't even cry properly; you're just frozen in place, unable to move or to understand. There's one single thing you're silently begging like a mantra in your head. You don't wanna die alone. You don't want to remain in this same position with no one reaching out a hand, no one helping, no one caring, no one aware of your loneliness like before until Ekissa and $namee. This is not fucking fair. You're always the one protecting, the one who ends up with bruises, or ends up alone in the end. It's not fair. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.17">><</button>>

A weak sob escapes you, warm and thick liquid falling in your eyes and nose as your trembling hand tries to push you up. Your attempts fail each time. Who is at fault? You for not buckling your seatbelt or the stranger for not looking at the road? "Hey! Hey!!" The voice echoes loudly, footsteps hurrying your way. "Please no... fuck..." It's not when he stops a few meters from you that you know it's bad. Not when his body freezes, his gaze fixed on you and your head as his whole face drains of color. It's when he turns around to hurl on the grass, a hand resting on a nearby tree for support. "...ne..." His attention snaps back to you but he's quick to look away. "Sorry... sorry, I... I don't know what you want... I–I already called 911... the ambulance is on its way..." "...phone... my ph..." "Your phone...?" You do your best to nod, even if it feels like a painful chore. The reality is blurred with your thoughts; you don't know anymore if you're hallucinating what you're doing out of a strong will to not be alone, or if you really said or did anything. He doesn't need you to do more because he hurries to look around, breathing frantically. His body jerks from side to side, searching for what you've asked, hands clutching his hair when he doesn't find it at first. When he finally finds your phone, he's about to give it to you but stops mid-way when you ask him to call $namee. The man has difficulty understanding, but in the end, he succeeds in calling your lover and placing the phone next to your head on the ground. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...." the stranger chokes out as he all but runs away, leaving you here, alone. The forest is silent, as if respecting your pain, as if understanding what comes next. You don't know yourself what's going to happen to you; you're in no state to really linger on that thought, are you? <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.18">><</button>>

$namee frowns from where $e_they's wiping the table in the kitchen. Sorry? Sorry for what? $e_They has no clue. Should $e_they be worried that you're with someone $e_they doesn't recognize the voice? Too many questions swirl in $e_their mind. "Babe?" $e_They tries once. No answer. $e_Their hand forgets the cloth on the table to drum anxiously $e_their fingers on the flat surface instead. "Babe?" If $e_they has to say it a dozen of time to have an answer, $e_they'll do it. $e_They doesn't know how or why $e_they knows it, but something has happened. The stranger's voice, the lack of response from you, the eerie silence in the background. No one will convince $e_them otherwise. "Babe?" $namee repeats for the third time. "Is it like... a game or something? Because if it is, you're cheating. I don't know the rules." "...you..." $e_Their frown deepens, trying to understand what you're saying, only to come up empty. "Me?" $e_They chuckles softly, but you hear in $e_their voice that $e_they's starting to get worried. "I... love you..." A trembling noise filters through your phone; $e_they's probably noticing your heavy breathing. "Babe, where are you? I don't like your voice right now. Please just–" you hear $e_them already sniff as anxiety grows stronger, $e_their voice cracking. "What's going on?" Tears mix with blood as you blink slowly, breathing getting slower. Did you say something? Did you manage to tell $e_them what you want to say before passing out or worse—dying? "I'll just... don't move. I'll be there in no time," $e_they murmurs with a shaky breath. $e_They doesn't end the call, only murmurs to $e_themself about finding your location, a bad feeling, that $e_they'll be there. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.19">><</button>>

$namee is running to the house across $e_theirs, banging on $namel's door with so much force $e_they wouldn't be surprised if $e_they just broke it. The door doesn't open, but the person $e_they was searching for appear from the corner of $l_their house. "Ah, if it isn't El–" $namel stops mid-sentence when $l_they notices $namee's state. $l_They picks up $l_their pace, grasping $namee's shoulders with a worried frown. "What happened?" "Your car... I need–I need your car," $namee almost pleads, eyes already red and $e_their hand still clutching $e_their phone like a lifeline. "Wha–" "Here." $namee flicks $e_their gaze to a $t_man who's holding out a key car with an unreadable expression. $e_They doesn't waste time shoving a paper into $namel's hand, taking the key and running to $namel's car with one last demand. "Call $j_them." "You think we should go with $e_them?" $namel asks $l_their $t_son, $l_their frown remaining. $namet glances at $t_their $l_dad with a confused twitch of $t_their brows as $t_they tilts $t_their head. "Why?" "I don't know.... maybe it's about $name." "$name?" The younger Melth inquires curiously. "$e_Their <<if $gender == "man">>boyfriend<<elseif $gender == "woman">>girlfriend<<else>>lover<</if>>," $t_their $l_father nods in $namee's direction, where the blond is already speeding away. Looking down, $namel opens $l_their palm to see the crumpled paper $namee gave $l_them, finding a number on it—a number $namel doesn't recognize—and a note saying: <i>tell $j_them to localize $name's phone and to come ASAP.</i> Now that $l_they thinks about it, $namee was already on the phone when $e_they left. However, the meaning of why $l_they should call that '$j_them' will probably remain a mystery. "I... think I should call this number." <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.20">><</button>>

$namee doesn't care about the red or green lights when $e_they speed on the road, $e_their head tilted to lock the phone between $e_their shoulder and ear. Having an accident would be dumb, but $namee is willing to take the risk. If $e_they does have an accident, then $e_they'll just get up and run if $e_they has to. Your voice is worrying, terrifying, and $e_they doesn't know if $e_they's ready to know the ‘why'. "Babe? Still here?" $e_Their heart thunder against $e_their ribcage, threatening to explode if $e_they hears no answer from you. But luckily for $e_them, you do. "...here..." "You're here..." $e_they echoes your words, $e_their hands gripping the steering wheel so tight $e_their knuckles turn white. $e_Their hand shoots up to grip $e_their hair. "Fuck... fuck! I didn't call 911, what if you're hurt...? Or what if...." $e_Their rambling pass in one ear and out of the other as you stare in front of you, your eyes losing life through each passing second. Maybe you'll be lucky and not die alone. You want to laugh at how stupid your logic is. Dying is not what scares you the most right now, but dying <i>alone</i> is what terrifies you? Pathetic. And yet, you're fighting to stay awake just to have someone by your side. To fill the empty corner of your heart that you've always had, even after Ekissa, even after $namee. To tell you they'll be here until the end. That you won't be alone anymore. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.21">><</button>>

$namee slows down the car, looking around in search of your car. There's just green, green and more green. The leaves of the trees rustle gently in the soft breeze, birds that usually chirp lively now quiet by a deafening silence. The model searches, excessively smoothing invisible wrinkles on $e_their shirt. It doesn't help the mounting panic. $e_They freezes when $e_they sees your shared car sitting too close to a tree. With $e_their heart in $e_their throat, $e_they cuts the engine and yanks the door open, leaving without caring if $e_they left $namel's vehicle open or not. $e_They sprints to the car like $e_they never sprinted in $e_their entire life. $e_Their movements are frantic when $e_they looks in and out of the vehicle, soft noises echoing in $e_their throat as $e_they realizes the state of the car. $e_Their head jerks in every direction, searching for something that might help $e_them find you. Nothing. $e_They looks around the trees and foliage. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.22">><</button>>

$e_Their eyes widen, tears coming back and already running down $e_their cheeks, breath hitching, heart sinking, and stomach flipping. So many emotions overwhelm $e_them all at once. This time $e_they doesn't run, doesn't sprint. $e_Their steps are slow and careful. Pure hope grips $e_them in all the wrong ways as $e_they watches your lying form from afar, almost pressed against a tree. The closer $e_they gets, the more $e_they feels like $e_their world is being destroyed piece by piece. "Baby..." $e_they coos brokenly, $e_their breath hiccuping quietly as more tears spills down, unable to stop them. It looks like you're sleeping. You could be sleeping if your head and forehead didn't bleed so much. $namee can even see the top of your forehead being so… You're in a bad state. The blood paints the grass beneath you. There's so much blood; $e_they doesn't even know where it starts and where it ends. $e_Their knees gives out and land on the grass just in front of your face. "My baby... what–what happened to you..." You don't respond, your finger twitching and only wanting one thing—having $e_them close to you. But $namee can't waste time and decides to call 911, words stumbling over the other in an attempt to explain the situation. "$namee..." you murmur weakly. $e_Their gaze finds yours, $e_their blond hair following the movement when $e_they turns $e_their head. $e_They ends the call soon after to focus on you. Carefully, $e_they lies next to you, $e_their shaking hand taking yours—the one usually so warm when it rests on $e_their cheeks—is now bloody, cold, and lacking the color $e_they knows. It doesn't stop $e_them from placing it on $e_their cheeks as $e_they whimpers while pressing kisses against your palm. "You'll be okay… The ambulance will be here at any moment, and… and they'll… they…" Your own tears shimmer at $e_their attempt to reassure you, even though the light in your eyes dims more and more. Two words can be heard in the peaceful forest. "...thank... you..." Your $e_boyfriend's doe eyes widen before $e_they shakes $e_their head with more whimpers against your hand. "No no no, don't say that... we're gonna... I–.... Please don't do this to me..." $e_They sniffs, $e_their cries getting louder, uneven, and uncontrollable. "I don't want to lose you… please… please…" But life never cared about ‘please' or ‘sorry'. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.23">><</button>>

"What? Who the fuck are you?" Ekissa grumbles over the phone as $j_they puts down $j_their brush, staring at the canvas $j_they was painting before being interrupted by the call. "It's $namel—" "The neighbor," the artist cuts off the CEO. "What do you want? And why do you have my number?" "$namee told me to call you. Said you should locate $name's phone and come as soon as you can," $namel continues, sharing a worried look with $l_their $t_son who just stares blankly back at $t_their $l_father. "The fuck?" Ekissa scowls, $j_their heart beating a little faster. $j_They hangs up before waiting for any explanation and tries to locate your phone through an app. $j_Their jaw works when $j_they sees the location. All it takes is the strange location of your phone for $j_them to storm out of $j_their apartment with $j_their keys. $j_Their breathing picks up the pace, but $j_they doubts that it's because $j_they's running. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.24">><</button>>

"Hey… baby? Baby…?" $namee hiccups, squeezing your hand to keep you awake. "Don't fall asleep on me." You're dying, aren't you….? Opening your eyes again with difficulty, you take a greedy deep breath. You almost forgot to breathe. "That's it…" your lover's lips tremble as your hand twitches against $e_their cheek. "Breathe for me… Just breathe, okay…? Breathe for me…." $e_They repeats those words again and again like a broken record, as if wanting to force the life right back into you. But it's not how it works. The siren of the ambulance starts to reverberate through the silent forest, people shouting and others moving in sync. $namee sits up to glance in their direction. "See, babe? They… They'll help you." "$name!" a sharp voice cuts through the air. A weak whimper escapes you when you recognize that familiar voice. You really won't die alone, after all. "Shit, SHIT!" Ekissa curses loudly as $j_they kneels beside you and $namee. $j_Their shaky hands cup your cheeks as $j_they swallows repeatedly, $j_their Adam's apple bobbing. "You're gonna be okay. $name. Hey, hey, listen to me." Your vacant gaze slowly turns to meet $j_theirs. $j_Their whole body screams that $j_they's terrified but $j_their voice remains steady, as always. "You're gonna be fine. Do you hear me?" "… yes… " "Good," $j_their breath hitches. $j_They leaves you to $namee to glare at the medics. "What the fuck are you doing?! Are you waiting for $m_them to die or what? Hurry the fuck up!" The medics flinch at $j_their barks as they fasten their movements, one of them checking your responsiveness, but when checking your head, their face falls subtly. "We need to get $m_them to the hospital now!" <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.25">><</button>>

You can't feel anything anymore. When they hurry to get the stretcher, your life is already slipping through your fingers like sand. "Baby…" $namee's pulse accelerates when $e_they notices your slower breaths. "No, no, you have to breathe… keep breathing…" $e_they glances up at the ambulance up there. "Hurry up! Hurry…" ---- *[[You propose, something you should have done sooner.|EAPOV1.26]] *[[You don't propose.|EAPOV1.27]]

"Will…" your lips tug up in a tender smile as you murmur weakly. "Will you… marry… me?" "What?" $e_they chokes out a whimper. "…please…?" "I…" a sob. "Babe, you…" $e_their breath hitches. And you can see it takes all $e_their strength to smile through $e_their tears. "Yes… Yes, let's get married, love." A long sigh leaves your nose as your hand finds its way back to $e_their cheek with the last energy you have. "I was… ous…" $e_Their forehead delicately rests against yours as you repeat, "…so ner…vous…" "You didn't have to feel this way… I would've said yes no matter what…" $e_they reassures you through hiccups. "How could I not?" $e_They squeezes your wrist gently when $e_they feels it fall, tilting $e_their head to nuzzle against your palm. At this moment, $e_they realizes $e_they's losing you. No matter how fast the medics are, the damage is too great. $e_They's no doctor, but $e_they's not blind either. "… love you…" "I love you too, babe, so much it hurts," your lover is quick to answer. You don't answer this time, barely moving, barely breathing. $e_Their hope wavers and $e_their heart breaks. $e_They still wants to ask you one last thing. "Love…? Wait for me, okay? I'll–I'll join you… I'll join you when my time come… alright? Can you do that for me…?" You manage a weak nod. That answer is not enough for $e_them to feel relieved, but it's enough for $e_them to press a tender kiss against your palm. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.28">><</button>>

"I.. you…" your lips tug up in a tender smile as you murmur weakly. "I… love you…" "$name, please… don't–… I–…" $e_they mumbles, carefully resting $e_their forehead against yours. "I love you too, so much it hurts, baby…" "…more.." "Love me more?" $e_they tries to laugh, the sound coming out hollow and wobbly. "I don't… I don't think so." "… love you…" you repeat again, wanting to reassure $e_them but well aware that you can't. "I… lo… you…" "I love you too, babe," your lover is quick to answer. "I love you too… So much… So so much…." You don't answer this time, barely moving, barely breathing. $e_Their hope wavers and $e_their heart breaks. $e_They still wants to ask you one last thing. "Love…? Wait for me, okay? I'll–I'll join… I'll join you when my time come… alright? Can you do that for me…?" You manage a weak nod. That answer is not enough for $e_them to feel relieved, but it's enough for $e_them to press a tender kiss against your palm. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.28">><</button>>

"Eki'…?" you ask $namee, who shakes $e_their head. "$j_They's trying to get the others to hurry up… You… want me to tell $j_them something?" your $e_boyfriend tries to stay strong and fails, $e_their whole body shivering. Another nod. "Tell me," $e_they offers you a wobbly smile. "Tell $j_them... thank… you…" <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.29">><</button>>

When Ekissa comes back. You already left. $j_Their step pauses when $j_they hears the model cry, arms wrapped around you and face in the crook of your neck as the medics stop in their tracks to move $namee out of the way. That special cry that guts you, the one that sends shivers down your spine. Everyone stops what they are doing and just… stares at the scene. The one who examined you earlier knew you wouldn't make it, but they had hoped that maybe, just maybe... A few leave with tears in their eyes when hearing your $e_boyfriend's sobs, some stay silent out of respect, while others give space to $namee. The realization is not here for your best friend. Ekissa just watches, $j_their brows furrowing slowly as if not quite understanding what's happening. Seven years. <i>Seven years</i> and $j_they has never seen you so damn still and peaceful at the same time. You've told $j_them once that dying didn't scare you that much. $j_They remember having asked you why. The answer had frozen $j_their blood. I don't want to end up alone. When you know <i>why</i>, you can't stay unfeeling. There was always this loneliness about you that Ekissa tried years after years to replace, fill, modify with something else. But $j_they always forgets that your past is heavier than $j_they may think. Seven years would never be enough to make you forget how fucked up your past was. $j_They closes the distance without $j_their brain processing it. "Move," Ekissa tells $namee. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.30">><</button>>

The blond looks up in surprise, blinking at your best friend with confusion. Ekissa doesn't answer the silent questions, $j_they just crouches down and pick you up to carry you as if you weigh nothing. <<if $genderroj == "woman" and $height == "tall" or $genderroj == "woman" and $height == "very tall">>She doesn't even know where she finds the strength to carry your tall frame.<</if>> "What are you doing?!" $namee shouts behind the artist. "Ekissa!" "What do you think I'm doing?!" Ekissa snaps back, walking toward the ambulance. "$m_They need$m_s a doc." "$j_Sir," one of the medics tries to calm Ekissa down. "Shut the fuck up," Ekissa snarls. "Get your ass in the car and fucking drive. What are you all waiting, huh?! WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG TO COME?" "Ekissa…" $namee murmurs, $e_their hand finding the tense back of the artist. $e_Their own grief is hard to keep in check, but $e_they can't let your best friend in this state either. They both lost something important to them today; they're just dealing with it differently. $namee knows it, and $e_they doesn't want Ekissa to feel abandoned by the only person $j_they loved in this life. "Thank you," $namee echoes your words softly. Ekissa freezes, jerking $j_their head toward the blond with a glare. "What?" "$m_They wanted me to tell you thank you," the model repeats, eyes red and puffy. "$m_They wanted you to know—" "Shut up," Ekissa hisses, tears welling up as $j_they blinks again and again. "Don't. Just, shut the fuck up, $namee." $namee lowers $e_their gaze to your peaceful features, cupping your cold cheek. With a sniffle and a soft smile, $e_they presses a tender kiss against your lips. "$m_Theyre gone, Eki'… Please, don't make it more difficult than it already is." Ever so slowly, Ekissa's shoulder sag, the first tear escaping and cracking the tough façade of the $j_man, the one $j_they was forcing so hard to maintain. "$m_They can't be." "$m_They $m_is." <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.31">><</button>>

The white-haired $j_man shatters. The whole world feels insignificant in such a fleeting moment. $j_Their arms around you tighten as $j_they gets you onto the stretcher that was supposed to transport you to the hospital. A choked noise is stuck in $j_their throat as $j_they wraps $j_their arms around you and keeps you close to $j_them. "Why do you thank me when you're the one dying…?" $j_they whispers against the crook of your neck. Your body is getting so cold, so still and so damn empty of any soul. Ekissa tightens $j_their embrace, missing you already so desperately and yet holding just an empty shell. You won't come back. $namee takes your hand, squeezing it. $e_They well aware that you won't squeeze back. But $e_they also knows that if $e_they doesn't have your hand in $e_theirs, nothing will ground $e_them. And if $e_they's being honest, nothing and no one will ground $e_them anymore. Not like you did. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.32">><</button>>

<b><i>3 weeks later…</i></b> Athiel stands in front of your grave, tears running down $a_their cheeks and throat tightening so hard $a_they might choke. "Idiot…" $a_they whispers, but the sadness filling $a_their word betrays $a_their true emotions. $a_They takes a step forward, $a_their hand brushing along the top of your grave with a shaky breath. When $a_they learned you had had an accident, it was only hours later. $a_They screamed and shouted at $a_their $e_brother to know <i>why</i> $a_they hadn't called $a_them. Athiel is aware of what kind of relationship you two had. Cold and distant. $a_They's the one who made it that way. And yet, $a_they hates $a_their brother for not calling $a_them that day. For not giving $a_them the chance to say goodbye, to tell you how much $a_they regrets acting so cold with you. You were important to $a_them too. Not as much as years ago, but still enough to cry over your death. You've left so many people behind you. $namee had to take care of both Vince and Ekissa so they wouldn't break under the empty space you left in their hearts. Vince still cries at night, thinking no one hears, only ending with $namee comforting him and say that everything will be all right. Ekissa is colder and grumpier, allowing only Vince and $namee to get close to $j_them. The others? They often hear 'fuck off' and 'get out of my way'—Ekissa keeps pushing people away. $namee is barely standing on $e_their own, smiling and crying, honest yet sometimes hiding $e_their pain—and even if Athiel hates $a_them for not calling that day, $a_they visits $a_their $e_brother often to soothe the pain they all feel. Swallowing, Athiel hurries to wipe $a_their tears when $a_they hears shuffling noise nearby. $a_They turns $a_their head. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.33">><</button>>

$a_Their eyes widen when $a_they sees someone $a_they thought $a_they'd never see again. Loras $surname. The old man stands next to Athiel, his gaze empty as he crouches down to place gently a bouquet of flowers next to the one he left just yesterday. It looks like Vince didn't throw them away this time. Maybe his son didn't come and was too busy with his studies. Who knows? It's been a while since Loras had any news of Vince or... you. "I didn't have time to apologize for what I did," Loras says shakily, not talking to anyone in particular, his red eyes blinking repeatedly as if trying not to cry in front of Athiel. Athiel narrows $a_their eyes at the old man, $a_their jaw clenched and features hardened. "You don't deserve forgiveness." $a_They doesn't wait for an answer to take $a_their leave, hands shoved in $a_their pockets. Your father choked out a sob, pride disappearing when the blondie leave. His body collapses onto your grave, his cries echo throughout the cemetery. But it's too late. Forgiveness and redemption will never find him. Because you're gone. <<button "NEXT" "EAPOV1.34">><</button>>

You're gone, and yet. There are still people who love you after death. Lucky you. <<button "END" "Intro2">><</button>>

Are you a good liar? <<radiobutton "$liar" "good" checked>>I'm a good liar <<radiobutton "$liar" "deflect">>I tend to deflect rather than lie <<radiobutton "$liar" "bad">>I'm a bad liar Do you have freckles? <<radiobutton "$freckles" "no" checked>>No <<radiobutton "$freckles" "yes">>Yes Do you wear glasses? <<radiobutton "$glasses" "no" checked>>No <<radiobutton "$glasses" "yes">>Yes You are: <<radiobutton "$charm" "yes" checked>>Charming <<radiobutton "$charm" "no">>Intimidating You're also: <<radiobutton "$persona1" "playful" checked>>Playful <<radiobutton "$persona1" "serious">>Serious <<button "NEXT" "POVEl2.1">><</button>>

<<if $charm == "no">><<set $intimid to "yes">><</if>> <b>19:20 Oakmont City - 'The Hearth' Restaurant</b> The minute $namee steps into the restaurant, $e_their hand linked to yours, $e_their eyes widen at the sight of the fancy place. There's brown everywhere, the jungle-inspired restaurant bringing stars into $e_their blue agate orbs. Everything smells and looks fancy, but the most important thing is that <i>you</i>'re the one who planned this. $namee's heart swells at the act of affection. Reserving here would be 'simple' if $e_they wasn't aware of the time you must've taken to find a place like this. A place that perfectly fits $e_their taste. Questions swirl inside. Did you take hours or days to find this place? Where did your consideration start and where did it end? How did you manage to hide it from $e_them when you're linked by the hip most of the time? Is it expensive? It must be. $e_They already feels like crying, though $e_they's too in awe at the decor to show tears. There's excitement displayed all over $e_their face that $e_they can't hide, and $e_their hand squeezes yours tighter at the overwhelming love $e_they's feeling right now. It's breathtaking. When $e_they drags $e_their gaze to the side, only then does $e_they notice your own studying of $e_them and $e_they offers you a wide grin, almost sheepish at being caught staring around like a kid at Christmas. $namee doesn't listen when the friendly host greets them. $e_They's either busy admiring you or observing the area, captivated by both if $e_they's being honest. $e_They wanted to prepare something for you too. $e_They had questioned $e_themself for weeks—what to do during your anniversary, if flowers would be too cheesy, if something casual would make you less tense than a fancy preparation. $e_They couldn't; you didn't give $e_them time to prepare anything. Between $e_their shoots, $e_their small interviews here and there, and your time together, $e_they didn't have time to actually find a moment to plan anything. And maybe that was what you wanted after all, $e_they thinks. Maybe you wanted $e_them busy so you could surprise $e_them. The thought shoots warmth through $e_their body. You really outdid yourself tonight. <<button "NEXT" "POVEl2.2">><</button>>

When $e_they finally sits across from you at the secluded table, $e_they misses your warmth already, but instead of pointing that out, $e_they gives another look at the place. "It's... wow," your $e_boyfriend murmurs, eyes shining with delight. "I can't believe you found this hidden gem." And $e_they means it. How many times did $e_they search this place? Well, $e_they didn't search this one, per se, but still. $e_They didn't know $e_they needed this place until now. "Like it?" you ask softly, grabbing the menu that a waitress holds out to the two of you. $namee wants to burst out in laughter like a mad$e_man—not to mock you, but to shake some sense into you. How can $e_they <i>not</i> like it?? $e_Their favorite color is everywhere, the soft music playing in the background is actually relaxing rather than annoying—and you're here. It's all $e_they needs. "I <i>love</i> it, there's brown everywhere!" $e_they exclaims, $e_their grin widening more and more. $e_They'll probably stay stuck with this dumb smile for the whole night and perhaps the following days—$e_they doesn't care. The thought of you spending hours or maybe even <i>days</i> planning everything does things to $e_them. $e_They's going to melt if $e_they's not careful, though. As you look down at the menu, $namee's attention is still on you, $e_their blue orbs gleaming with pure adoration. $e_They doesn't notice the waitress who's still standing and waiting for both your orders. Though, after a few minutes, $e_they reluctantly slides $e_their gaze to the cheerful woman. "Can you give us some time?" $e_They requests gently, politely; $e_their eyes crinkling in an achingly warm manner, though it's not necessarily directed to the woman, $e_they's just so giddy and happy about it all $e_they can't quite conceal $e_their overwhelming joy. "Oh, of course," the waitress huffs a perhaps too loud chuckle as she taps her forehead with the tip of her fingers. "Obviously. I'll leave you some time." While the woman disappears to another corner of the area, $namee's hand covers yours on the table, $e_their thumb stroking your skin affectionately. <<if $liar == "bad">>"Well, I had my suspicions when you were dancing around my questions earlier—you're pretty bad at lying, anyway. But honestly? I had no idea it'd be this breathtaking."<<elseif $liar == "deflect">>"So that's why you tried to avoid the topic earlier? This place is breathtaking."<<else>>"This is a nice surprise; I certainly didn't expect this. Seriously, this place is breathtaking."<</if>> <<if $liar == "bad">>You weren't exactly discreet about it, to be honest. $namee was good at reading people, not an expert but good nonetheless. Though with you? Yeah, with you $e_they was becoming an expert, and even if it wasn't the case? You're pretty easy to read when you're lying—or rather attempting to. $e_They's still surprised $e_they didn't notice it earlier. This restaurant is fancy, and $e_they can't help but guess that this kind of place certainly only works with reservations and doesn't take people passing by and deciding on a whim to eat here.<<elseif $liar == "deflect">>$e_They should've seen that coming. Each time you deflect—something you're pretty good at and something that can be annoying when $e_they's trying to fish for information only to be met with questions like what $e_they did today, how $e_their day at work was, if $e_they watered $e_their flowers—it ends with $e_them falling for that trick, even after years of dating you. That's why $e_they's not surprised $e_they didn't notice your plan earlier. This kind of fancy place demands a reservation, and something tells $e_them you did it days ago, if not weeks. What $e_they's surprised about, though, is how thoughtful you were. There are multiple fancy restaurants, dozens of them with brown or nature themes, but you choose this one. And you didn't miss your mark. You never do with $e_them.<<else>>The first thing crossing $e_their mind is how the hell did you manage to hide it from $e_them? And the second is that it's obvious $e_they didn't see it coming. $e_They never does with you. Good liars like you should annoy $e_them—sometimes it does. Instead, it only makes $e_their heart race a little faster. $e_They never loved a liar before you. Because each time you lie? It's often because you want to keep surprises secret. You lie, but you don't hurt. That's the difference between you and those other ugly liars. You don't lie when it matters. Though, maybe it's $e_their deep trust in you talking. $e_They's biased, and $e_they wouldn't change it for anyone else.<</if>> You put your heart into it. $e_They knows that. And it only makes $e_them want to cry, to hug you, kiss you, bite you, rip you apart, tie you up. $e_They's aware that it's almost creepy, but it's not like $e_they's about to do the three last things $e_they listed. Hurting you would be unbearable. $e_They's just... so happy, euphoric. The love spreads through $e_their body and overflows all $e_their senses—that's partly why $e_they's itching to crush you with a hug and bite you. It's out of being overwhelmed by adoration and love, not because $e_they's crazy—or maybe $e_they is. Crazy in love with you. $e_They lets out a chuckle at $e_their own thoughts. $e_They's being cheesy, but who cares? $e_They's always been cheesy anyway. <<button "NEXT" "POVEl2.3">><</button>>

"That much?" you smile, turning your hand over to clasp $e_theirs gently. "I'm glad you like it." Your gazes remain locked for what feels like an eternity and just a fleeting second at the same time. $namee's blue agate orbs captivated by your $eyecolor ones, a dreamy look on $e_their face, which is good to stay there for a large amount of time. Lost in your own private world, $namee parts $e_their lips, about to compliment your outfit—but the cheerful voice of the waitress shatters the intimate bubble. "Have you lovebirds made your choices yet?" she exclaims excitedly, her volume making you both wince slightly. As you snap your attention to the waitress, $namee allows $e_themself to grimace as $e_they turns $e_their head so the woman doesn't notice it. There's no annoyance, though. Not yet. But $namee has always been someone rather attached to your time together, and $e_they really hopes this girl won't ruin your night... even if something tells $e_them she won't be easy tonight. $e_Their gaze flickers to your form, seeing the careful expression on your features. Looks like you two are on the same page. Neither annoyance nor joy for the waitress who's simply doing her job, albeit in a rather irritating way. $e_They watches the woman laughing softly, and $e_they notices the slight genuine sheepishness in her orbs. "Oops, sorry! Did I interrupt something important?" Your $e_boyfriend parts $e_their lips to answer, but she continues smoothly before $e_they has the time to utter a word. "The grilled filet of salmon is amazing, you should try it! Oh and the Caesar salad too. What do you think? Wanna give those a try?" $namee and you exchange a brief look, an unspoken conversation passing between you, before you turn your attention to the bright-eyed waitress. Now it's your turn not to have time to even think of an answer when $namee speaks up first politely, leaving you more time to choose your dish. "The grilled salmon sounds perfect, thank you." "I'm Diana by the way," she adds brightly, her smile never faltering, even if she has yet to write down $namee's order. $e_They doesn't point that out, though, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. Instead $e_they does what $e_they does best. $e_They plasters on a polite smile and straightens $e_their back. $e_They's aware of how strained that smile might look, but it's not like $e_they can control it. "Pardon?" Out of the corner of $e_their eye, $e_they catches on to your twitching lips, and $e_they can't help the pout from forming on $e_their mouth. Of course you'd find it funny. Well, at least you're enjoying yourself. And that elicits a reluctant smile splitting $e_their face. "My name," Diana supplies, oblivious to $namee's discomfort or choosing to ignore it. "It's Diana." $namee pauses for a moment, $e_their blue agate eyes squinting faintly to scrutinize the waitress. The seconds stretch to minutes as $e_they tries to read between the lines. $e_They's searching for any double meaning, any look out of place, any lingering smiles. But when $e_they sees none of the long list $e_they's seeing in $e_their head, $e_their shoulders relax gradually. She's not a fan. Thank god. <<button "NEXT" "POVEl2.4">><</button>>

One thing $namee was always firm about with $e_their fans was that your identity, your time together, and your comfort—everything about you—are $e_their top priority. $e_They hid you for a reason, and $e_they never hid your relationship from $e_their fans for a reason too. You weren't someone used to this—the social media, how people could support you with all their might while others could do their best to make their problems yours. Hell, $e_they had to insist for you to install at least one app to follow $e_them and like $e_their posts. It took $e_them an hour to explain everything to you, thirty minutes more to tell you why $e_they's asking you to like $e_their stuff when you two see each other every day and live in the same place. The whole concept wasn't <i>that</i> hard for you to get; you're not ignorant, just far from all these things. Disconnected, maybe. In any case, the fact that you accepted to do something that might be so futile for you was another thing on the mental list $e_they has, the title being 'Why I love $name So Much Part 2'. The first part had way too many things, so $e_they had to make a second one. Obviously. Blinking back to reality, $e_their irises flicker to the waitress. $e_They has to give a subtle, quick shake of $e_their head to focus back on the present. "Oooh, got it," your $e_boyfriend nods slowly, barely able to hide $e_their grimace that tugs at the corners of $e_their mouth. $e_They clears $e_their throat, nudging your hand with $e_theirs. "Anyway, babe, what do you wanna eat?" As you place your orders, $e_they watches the girl staring at both of you with that same cheerful grin instead of writing anything down. And it's only when she leaves that $namee lets $e_themself heave a soft sigh. "She's..." $namee scratches the back of $e_their neck as $e_they searches for the right words. The girl was definitely something, though she's only doing her job; $e_they can't really complain about it, can $e_they? "... something." ---- *[[You scrunch your nose. "She's getting on my nerves."|POVEL2.5][$povel2a5choices = "op1"]] *[[You sigh, trying your best to swallow the mounting annoyance. "Yeah... well, I hope she won't keep testing my patience."|POVEL2.5][$povel2a5choices = "op2"]] *[["Right," you huff a laugh. "She's something alright."|POVEL2.5][$povel2a5choices = "op3"]] *[["Tell me about it," you grumble.|POVEL2.5][$povel2a5choices = "op4"]] *[["She's nice tho," you point out softly, not wanting to antagonize the poor girl. "And friendly."|POVEL2.5][$povel2a5choices = "op5"]] *[[You're too nervous to talk about the waitress. You try not to think of the ring box hidden from your lover's sight, in vain.|POVEL2.5][$povel2a5choices = "op6"]]

<<if $povel2a5choices == "op1">><<if $charm == "yes">>$namee's eyes widen in surprise, more caught off guard by your bluntness than shocked as a loud laugh suddenly echoes through the restaurant. The sound reverberates between the walls, though $namee cares little about the nearest patrons who throw you both dirty looks from their tables. $e_Their attention remains on only you, the playful glint in $e_their blue orbs mixed with mirth and love showing. $e_They can't help but worry, though—it wasn't the first time you showed this side of you, something other than charm. No one can be only one thing, after all, but this time, $e_they wonders if the waitress really soured your mood. This dinner seems to mean a lot to you tonight—$e_they still tries to figure out why—and the last thing $e_they wants is watching $e_their lover brood during your date. "What's so funny?" you furrow your brows, puzzled by $e_their reaction. $namee raises $e_their hands placatingly, though a smile still tugs at $e_their lips. "Nothing, nothing," $e_they chuckles, knowing you won't buy that. "I just wasn't expecting that kind of answer from you. You're full of surprises, you know that? I'm so used to..." $e_they waves $e_their hand vaguely in the air between you two. "...my charming $m_boyfriend, I'm just a bit surprised, that's all." 'Surprise' was a big word. After dating you for years, $e_they learned how to read you. Of course, there are still things that surprise $e_them, still stories of yours $e_they's not aware of yet, and other stuff $e_they might not be privy to know. Like your mother. $e_They never pushed this topic. $e_They knew enough. Until you decide to talk about it, anyway. And $e_they has all the time in the world to get to know you more intimately; there's no need to rush anything. $e_They watches you shrug, a smirk playing on your lips—that smirk that always has butterflies bursting in $e_their belly and threatening to escape by $e_their throat. "Gotta keep you on your toes." And on $e_their toes $e_they always is with you. Though $e_they always makes sure to keep you on your toes too with $e_their high-maintenance self. $e_They studies your expression, $e_their own gentling and smoothing to something warm as $e_their hand finds yours once more. You might fool around, but $e_they still needs to be sure you're not staying here because of $e_them. "We can always leave, you know?" $e_they shrugs and looks around to take in the view of the restaurant. Yes, the sight of this fancy place is breathtaking, and yes, $e_they already loves this restaurant, but all $e_they needs is your happy self. Not a fancy place with people who are probably making you uncomfortable. "I love the place, but you know what I love the most?" "Let me guess," your mouth stretches into a small smile. "Me?" "Yes," $e_they nods, not even trying to deny it just to tease you as $e_their playful side would demand. $e_They brings your hand to $e_their lips and closes $e_their eyes just to appreciate the moment. "A comfortable $name. I don't need any fancy place to enjoy our time together." And it's not $e_their smooth talker—for you—talking. You don't seem to realize how much $e_they means every single word slipping out past $e_their lips. Well, scratch that; your reaction tells $e_them all $e_they needs to know. You <i>do</i> know $e_they means it. $e_They can hear the soft intake of breath leaving you as you shake your head, turning your palm to cup $e_their cheek, the position a bit awkward with your arm hovering above the table. "I think I can handle that waitress." At your words, $namee can't help but tease. "Diana," $e_they huffs a chuckle, opening $e_their eyes to land them on you. "Her name is Diana." Her name is irrelevant in this moment. But teasing you? Teasing you never fails to amuse $e_them to no end. Especially when you heave a dramatic sigh while $e_they leans against your palm still on $e_their cheek. When you pull away, a faint pout forms on $e_their mouth, missing your warmth already. "Well, I can handle <i>Diana</i>." Your pointed look has $namee laughing, the back of $e_their fingers brushing $e_their lips to muffle the sound, $e_their shoulders shaking.<<else>>$namee smiles fondly, finding your hand again to squeeze it. $e_They knows that look on your face, seen it more than once in the past—often uses it to tease you and poke the bear until you snap, and $e_they sulks for a few seconds before apologizing, but tonight $e_they doesn't want to. Your intimidating demeanor takes over, and $e_they wants to soothe rather than tease this time. There's no surprise at your demeanor—what's surprising for $e_them is that you didn't snap at the waitress for not writing their orders or for being too cheerful. Because yes, when you get in those moods, you often complain about something that might look futile to others. $e_They's sure it won't be long before that waitress becomes too much and will have to face your impressive way to... ask people politely to back off. Or, as you like to say 'fuck off'. "Wanna get out of here?" $e_they murmurs softly and low enough for your ears only. $e_They searches your face, trying to decipher if you need an escape or just time to compose yourself. When you purse your lips, $e_they's already glancing around to see what to take before you two leave, checking if $e_their phone and yours are with you and won't be forgotten on the table. $e_They's preparing $e_themself to leave— $e_They stops when you shake your head and interlace your fingers with $e_theirs. $e_They blinks at you. By now you'd be asking if $e_they's okay to leave, and $e_they'd tell you $e_they doesn't mind, even if slightly reluctant. You don't ask to leave. $e_They notices how you practically force yourself to stay, and $e_they doesn't understand why. But your look tells $e_them you won't be leaving because of an eager waitress. Whether it's because the reason would be ridiculous or something else is a mystery for $e_them. "Nah, we can stay. I'll survive." "You sure?" $e_they questions in a whisper, brows furrowed in concern and imperceptible confusion while $e_their fingers tighten their grip around yours gently. "She won't ruin our date," you assure with a short nod, managing a genuine smile just for $e_them. $e_Their frown deepens for a lingering second before $e_they smooths it back to something more playful and mischievous. "Sure, sure?" $e_they repeats as $e_their brow quirks up before $e_they waggles them both. "I'll survive <i>if</i> she stops being so annoying," you clarify. It's all $namee needs to laugh softly, $e_their head shaking fondly and $e_their eyes sparkling with mirth and adoration for $e_their $m_boyfriend.<</if>><<elseif $povel2a5choices == "op2">><<if $charm == "yes">>$namee's thin eyebrows shoot up with a laugh threatening to slip out of $e_their twitching mouth, caught off guard by your unusual grumpiness, though not entirely shocked. No one can be all black and white, after all. And $e_they knows those moments together are important for you. Those are just as important for $e_them. Though something makes $e_them hold back a laugh as $e_they squints $e_their eyes. There's something off about you tonight. $e_They can't pinpoint the reason yet. However, usually, you wouldn't be this grumpy—not that you're <i>always</i> all charm and sweet smiles—but still. $e_They feels like something's happening in that head of yours, and $e_they can't put a finger on what. Filing this information in a corner of $e_their mind to examine it later, $e_they hums pensively before breaking the silence. "Oh my, what have you done to my charming $m_boyfriend?" $e_they murmurs just for your ears only, $e_their little smile plastered on $e_their mouth. "Your $m_boyfriend," you echo with a snort. "$m_Theyre taking vacation," you lean against the back of your chair, arms still rested on the flat, wooden surface. "You'll have to make an appointment or wait to be home to see $m_them back." "Really?" $e_their eyebrows raise higher. Not only because of feeling amused by your words, but because the charming facade is back into place, making $e_them doubt $e_their suspicions of you hiding something. "It's funny because you look exactly like my $e_boyfriend right now." "The charming part took a vacation," you explain as your fingertips drum and start a silent rhythm against the table. $namee would've been worried if $e_they wasn't busy looking at your face instead of your hands. The soft lights of the restaurant are <<if $freckles == "yes">>bringing out the freckles like constellations scattered on your face. Those freckles $e_they always finds $e_themself mapping with $e_their fingers every chance $e_they gets. They're yet another part of you $e_they loves. It's something simple, and yet such an efficient way to make $e_them fall deeper under your spell.<<else>>making your $eyecolor eyes twinkle like stars. $e_They doesn't feel silly one bit to be mesmerized by those orbs. It's such a simple yet efficient way to make $e_their head spin and $e_their heart feel a million things $e_they can't—and would never want to—control.<</if>> $e_They needs a couple of seconds to concentrate on you. "Which part of you do I have in front of me then?" $namee tilts $e_their head with a mischievous glint dancing in $e_their blue eyes. <<if $persona1 == "playful">>The frown remaining on your face has $namee on the edge of $e_their seat, waiting for the ridiculous comeback $e_they knows you have reserved just for $e_them, if your own mischievous glint in your orbs is any indication. To distract $e_themself, $e_they takes a sip of water, $e_their back leaning against $e_their seat, getting comfortable for your upcoming silliness. "Dark $name." The second your answer fills the air, $namee bites $e_their trembling bottom lip, an uncontainable bark of laughter threatening to spill. The way your brows twitch while you try to maintain your intimidating demeanor doesn't help $e_them to contain $e_their mirth. Your pointed look you attempt to make it look serious is the last straw—$e_they spits out the water $e_they was about to swallow when the laugh finally breaks out of $e_their mouth, only to make $e_them cough and thump $e_their chest to try to breathe back. Your pats on $e_their back help a little, catching $e_their breath with a silent gasp as $e_they reaches out to grab a napkin and wipe what $e_they spilled on the wooden surface. Your face replays in $e_their mind, eliciting a snort. "Dark what now?" "Dark $name," you repeat, now a grin displayed just for $e_them. A chuckle bubbles out of $e_their chest—without choking this time—and $e_they shakes $e_their head, $e_their irises admiring you affectionately. "You're ridiculous." Despite $e_their words, there's fondness in each of them. You're being silly, and $e_they wouldn't have you any other way.<<else>>"Wanna find out?" you tilt your head, expression giving nothing away except the hint of a smile on your usually stern face. $e_Their mirth disappears, replaced by curiosity twinkling in those blue orbs as $e_they perks up. With that faint smile playing on your features, $e_they holds $e_themself back from melting at the simple display and your words that could promise so much. There's a hint of hesitation, wondering if you're messing with $e_them. $e_They glances around to check if anyone's looking this way before leaning forward. "I'm tempted to say yes, but I know you'll just tease me." "Me? Teasing you?" you ask, that confused frown settled between your brows not deceiving your $e_boyfriend one bit. "Perish the thought." "Yeah, yeah," $namee huffs, leaning back to prop $e_their chin on $e_their palm. "Act innocent all you want," $e_they points the index finger of $e_their free hand in your direction, playful yet accusing. "I'm not falling for it." "That's too bad," you offer $e_them a subtle wink that only makes $e_them smile dreamily.<</if>><<else>>$namee's thin eyebrows shoot up with a laugh threatening to slip out of $e_their twitching mouth. There's no surprise, no offense on the waitress' behalf. Just amusement and undeniable fondness. Of course you'd say something like that. $e_They watches you, $e_their expression softening. $e_They's too used to your intimidating, or rather grumpy, self to feel anything other than pure adoration. It never put $e_them off. Always was a big turn-on, actually. People called $e_them a masochist during the first weeks of dating you, but $e_they always called it love. $e_They probably has a thing for scary people like you, or $e_they just has a thing for <i>you</i>. $e_They already knows the answer to that. And $e_they's not ashamed one bit of being under the spell of someone people find 'scary'. If anything, $e_they's aware you're not only intimidating—each has their layers, and $e_they's still learning all of yours. "That much?" "Mh," you hum noncommittally, your finger tracing patterns on the flat surface, $namee's gaze lowering to it and catching on your growing tension. The soft lights of the restaurant are <<if $freckles == "yes">>bringing out the freckles like constellations scattered on your face. Those freckles $e_they always finds $e_themself mapping with $e_their fingers every chance $e_they gets. They're yet another part of you $e_they loves. It's something simple, and yet such an efficient way to make $e_them fall deeper under your spell.<<else>>making your $eyecolor eyes twinkle like stars. $e_They doesn't feel silly one bit to be mesmerized by those orbs. It's such a simple yet efficient way to make $e_their head spin and $e_their heart feel a millions things $e_they can't—and would never want to—control.<</if>> $e_They tilts $e_their head to have your attention, but the slight frown on your features is still very present. $e_They notices how deep in thought you seem to be, and $e_they can't help but wonder if it's really just the waitress or something else making you so pensive. With a soft smile, $e_they reaches your foot to nudge it with $e_their to try and cheer you up, even if just a little. $e_They tilts $e_their head once again to catch your attention, and this time $e_they succeeds in having it. $e_They murmurs softly. "Wanna leave?" "No," you shake your head. Your immediate response has $e_them fighting back a frown, $e_their brows twitching with mounting worry. But $e_they doesn't stop $e_their nudges, attempting to at least coax a little smile on $e_their $e_boyfriend's mouth. "We can go if you want to," $e_they whispers, raising $e_their brows slightly as if trying to show you $e_they doesn't mind and $e_they's serious about it. "I'm good," you wave dismissively, eye twitching when you feel the poke hasn't stopped. "Stop that." "Stop what?" $e_they feigns ignorance despite the concern as $e_they leans forward to cover your hand with $e_theirs, needing to have you somehow closer. $e_Their fingers close around yours, feeling the warmth of your skin under $e_theirs. "C'mon baby, give me that smile." A sigh leaves you, and a small smile reaches your eyes when you offer it to $e_them. "Happy?" $e_They beams at you. "Much."<</if>><<elseif $povel2a5choices == "op3">><<if $sarcastic == "yes">>$namee follows suit, $e_their laugh a tad less hearty and more careful before it dies in $e_their throat gradually. $e_They tries to be subtle about it, but the way you're blinking at $e_them tells $e_them $e_they's doing a poor job at attempting to decipher where your sarcastic self starts and where it ends. $e_Their eyes narrow oh so slowly, switching between yours to read in the depths of your orbs. $e_They was fooled more than once with your sarcasm, sometimes not even because you were trying to mess with $e_them. $e_They can be rather naive when it comes to you. Trusting you way too much sometimes, which ends with you laughing at $e_them and $e_them whining. "What?" you blink at $e_them, puzzled by $e_their scrutiny. The way you fix your outfit already perfectly pressed against your form catches $e_their attention, though $e_they's still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or maybe you're genuine this time? After a thorough investigation, $e_they straightens $e_their back. Something tells $e_them you're being genuine. "Nothing," $e_they says, finding no sarcasm. Still, $e_they double-checks just in case you're messing with $e_them. "I'm just trying to figure out if you're being sarcastic," $e_they shrugs, then adds questioningly, $e_their eyes squinting. "Are you being sarcastic?" $e_They swallows when you narrow your eyes, but then, $e_they perks up when $e_they notices that coy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Who knows?" $namee leans forward, chin propped on $e_their palm, that dreamy look on $e_their face. "You're impossible, you know that?" The soft lights of the restaurant dance across your features, and once again—not for the first time tonight—$e_they loses $e_themself in your eyes. The space separating you is way too much for $e_them, and instead of complaining about it like $e_they knows $e_they's capable of, $e_their free hand finds yours on the table, fingers intertwining naturally. "Me? Impossible?" you scoff playfully, though your thumb strokes $e_their skin gently, and $e_they melts at your ministrations. "I think you're confusing me with someone else." "Oh?" $namee arches a brow, that amused smile still playing on $e_their lips. "And who would that be?" $e_They questions, but $e_they can guess easily who you'll name. You shrug. "Diana seems pretty impossible if you ask me." $e_Their laugh comes out soft and genuine, shoulders shaking slightly. "And here I thought you weren't being sarcastic." $e_They squeezes your hand. "There's my snarky $m_boyfriend." "I have no idea what you're talking about," the corners of your mouth twitch upward.<<else>>$namee shakes $e_their head fondly, $e_their golden hair bouncing with the movement. "I can't deny she's a bit... overwhelming." Overwhelming is an understatement. Of course, she's doing her job, and $namee hates to antagonize people, especially when they're harmless and just... unique. Still, you're protective of your time together, and so is $e_they. It's perhaps nothing much; maybe $e_they's making a big deal out of it. $e_They can't help it. "In a good or bad way?" you inquire curiously, your tone careful, neither judgmental nor gentle. "Both?" $e_they confesses with a hum, attempting to give the waitress the benefit of the doubt. She didn't do anything anyway.... not yet. The response is followed by a shrug. "She seems lovely but doesn't really know what 'personal space' means." You nod slowly in agreement. "Yeah, that seems to sum her up." You pause. "At least she seems genuinely nice," you add, glancing in the direction she disappeared to. "Most people who act like that with you usually want something." $namee's expression softens at your observation. Yeah. $e_They knows that too well. People approaching $e_them, whether they know $e_them or not, and trying to either flirt or use $e_their status as a model to gain some exposure on social media. At least it's not always like that. Small mercy. "You noticed that too, huh?" "Hard not to," you snort, but $e_they can hear there's no bite to it. "But she's different. Probably just one of those people who are naturally... intense." "Intense is the word," $e_they chuckles, thumb brushing over your knuckles and fingers spreading to interlace them properly with yours and squeezing gently. "Though I prefer when you're the intense one." You can't help but roll your eyes fondly at $e_their comment. "Behave," you warn playfully. "We're in public." "I'm always behaving," $e_they winks, but that mischievous glint dancing in $e_their eyes says otherwise.<</if>><<elseif $povel2a5choices == "op4">><<if $intimid == "yes">>$namee's eyes soften at your grumpiness, a fond smile playing on $e_their lips as $e_they watches you brood. Your intimidating aura that usually sends people running seems to have the opposite effect on $e_them. If anything, it only makes $e_them more endeared. $e_They knows you're being irritated by this waitress, but what $e_they knows better is how to bring back that smile and make those shoulders of yours relax. However, before seeing that smile, $e_their peacemaker side needs to speak up. "She's not that bad," $namee starts, brows raised expectantly. "She's a bit—" "Annoying?" you supply, and $namee has to bite back an exasperated sigh. You clearly don't wanna work with $e_them here. $e_They rolls $e_their eyes playfully, not deterred by your interruption and determined to make you see the good side of this waitress, as 'annoying' as you might both think. Because yes, $e_they's slightly annoyed, just not enough to antagonize her. "Not really, more like—" "Too much?" "—overwhelming," $e_they finally succeeds in finishing $e_their sentence with a pointed look as $e_they ignores your snort. $e_They shrugs lightly. "But she seems nice enough." "If you say so," you huff, not fully convinced. Pausing for a lingering minute, $e_they finally gives up without fighting much. It's not like she's important anyway. It's just you and $e_them tonight; nothing else matters. $namee smiles fondly, finding your hand again to squeeze it gently. "Let's just enjoy our moment, okay?" "Hmm." Your noncommittal grunt makes $e_them chuckle. $e_They knows you well enough to read between the lines—behind that tough exterior, you're just protective of your time together, just like $e_they is. $e_Their thumb traces soothing circles on your palm, and $e_their warm smile only widens when $e_they notices your body gradually relaxing. The sight only brings satisfaction and pride spreading in $e_their chest. $e_They's being an expert at handling $e_their $m_boyfriend and $e_they loves witnessing that fact every time $e_they succeeds in bringing that smile to your mouth. "You're cute when you're grumpy," $e_they whispers, just to see that familiar flash of defiance in your eyes $e_they loves so much. "I'm not cute," you click your tongue half-heartedly, though there's no real heat behind it. "Of course, baby," $e_they agrees with a knowing smirk. "You're very intimidating, right?"<<else>>$namee pauses at your words, examining your features, searching for any real anger or frustration. Concern colors $e_their expression. Usually you'd brush off any unwanted attention or behavior people might have around you. $e_They's used to that charming side of you, but while it's a constant to your personality, $e_they's known you long enough to be aware that there are many layers to someone, and you're not immune to it. $e_Their brows furrow as $e_they studies you for a moment, before giving your hand a gentle squeeze, attempting to comfort you through touches. "Wanna get out of here?" "What?" You blink. $e_They stares back at you, trying to convey how serious $e_they is, the playfulness toned down. "I said, do you wanna leave?" $e_they repeats softly. "It's rare to see you this bothered; she must've really gotten under your skin, huh?" "Nah," you wave your free hand dismissively, throwing $e_them a charming smile just to reassure $e_them. "I'm good, don't worry about it." But $e_they is. $e_They's worried, and this night is supposed to be enjoyable for both of you, not just for $e_them. If a harmless waitress is enough to sour your mood, $e_they'd rather leave than ruin your night by staying here. No matter how futile it might look for others, $e_they's firm about making you as comfortable as possible, now or tomorrow or the day after. Your comfort will always be $e_their priority. $e_They tilts $e_their head, frown still firmly in place. $e_Their nails scratch your skin a little to get your attention back on $e_them. "You sure...?" When you bring $e_their hand to your lips, $e_they can't stop a relieved sigh from leaving $e_their mouth. "I'm sure," you murmur against $e_their skin. "Let's just focus on us, yeah?" At that, $namee's smile reappears, and it's $e_their turn to bring your hand in $e_their direction to press a kiss against your knuckles. "Alright."<</if>><<elseif $povel2a5choices == "op5">><<if $sarcastic == "yes" and $intimid == "yes">>The first thought crossing $namee's mind is—no way. You? $e_Their sarcastic and intimidating $m_boyfriend is taking the waitress' defense, well, in a way? It must be $e_their imagination. You're messing with $e_them; there's no way $e_their babe became another person in the span of a split second. $e_They's not sure if $e_they should laugh, call you out, or believe you, to be honest. Though, $e_they can't control $e_their expression as $e_their eyes widen slowly, as if you just said something scary. In a way, you did. Where is the $name $e_they knows? Funnily enough, $e_they's not sure if that's a good sign that $e_their lover is becoming a 'good' person or not, because $e_they <i>loves</i> that intimidating and sarcastic side of you. It's this part of you that makes $e_them laugh and want to tease you endlessly just to annoy you. $e_They blinks, staring at you for a long moment. Now that $e_they thinks about it, a genuine and less 'scary' $name would be interesting to have too. Perhaps $e_they's just biased. Being blinded by love isn't as bad as people might think. And $e_they knows what $e_they's talking about. Your eye twitches as you click your tongue half-heartedly. Music to $e_their ears. "What now?" "Who are you, and what have you done with my grumpy, sarcastic $m_boyfriend?" $e_they teases by letting out a gasp behind $e_their palm, eyes wide, yet that mischievous glint never truly leaves. You narrow your eyes at $e_them, lifting your forefinger to jab it towards your chest. "I'm the $m_boyfriend you love so much, thank you very much." You look around before meeting $e_their gaze back pointedly. "Or do you see any other $name?" "You're sure you're my $m_boyfriend?" $e_they keeps teasing with a grin as $e_they lowers slightly $e_their hand to waggle $e_their finger. "Maybe you're some clone trying to kidnap me." This dance between you never fails to both amuse and endear $e_them. $e_Them teasing you and poking the bear, brushing that sweet limit, and you being your grumpy self. "Whatever," you roll your eyes. "I was trying to be nice, but that was a bad idea, clearly." $namee lets out a soft laugh, $e_their expression brightening. Of course, $e_they's glad to see that soft side of yours, but annoying you is even better. The best hobbies $e_they has, right after kissing you, hugging you, complimenting you, sleeping with you, brushing $e_their teeth with you, hanging out with you—well, right after a lot of things that englobe you. $e_They's utterly weak for you; what can $e_they do? $e_They reaches out to squeeze your hand, holding back another teasing quip, taking pity on you to show some of $e_their usual warmth. "I'm kidding, babe," $e_they murmurs, fingers interlaced with yours. "Let's enjoy our moment, hmm?" "Hm."<<elseif $sarcastic == "yes">>The first thought crossing $namee's mind is—no way. You? $e_Their sarcastic $m_boyfriend is taking the waitress' defense or at least not offering that usual quip or snark? It must be $e_their imagination. You're messing with $e_them; there's no way $e_their babe became another person in the span of a split second. $e_They's not sure if $e_they should laugh, call you out, or believe you to be honest. Though $e_they can't control $e_their expression as $e_they blinks and stares at you. $e_They waits. And waits some more. When $e_they doesn't hear anything else from your sarcastic self, $e_their expression grows puzzled. $e_They doesn't say anything at first; $e_they's not sure what to say. Instead, $e_they just studies your expression like you're hiding something and $e_they's waiting for that something. You cock a brow. "What now?" $e_They scratches $e_their jaw, tilting $e_their head with a small chuckle after more scrutiny. "Was that... sarcasm? I can't tell if you were being genuine," $e_they confesses, looking a bit confused despite the clear amusement. Truth be told, $e_they's a bit bummed about it. $e_They's usually so good at reading you, but your sarcasm is sometimes tricky to catch up on. That's why $e_they always takes it as a challenge to figure out where your sarcasm begins and where it ends. $e_They continues, $e_their blue agate eyes crinkling softly at the corners. "I mean, I know you can be genuine... sometimes. Once every two weeks. Rarely. Very rar—" "The point is?" you cut $e_them off with a drawl. "The point is," $e_they repeats, trailing off with a grin. "That I'm so used to your snarks and quips that I'm not sure if you're being genuine right now. My gut is telling me you are." Not a lie. $e_They does really think you're probably being genuine, though maybe $e_they's wrong. $e_They can be rather naive with you, so $e_they's not sure if $e_they should trust $e_themself. "Am I reading you right, or am I being too hopeful?" You huff at $e_their words, clicking your tongue halfheartedly. "Of course I was being genuine." $e_Their expression immediately lights up like a kid at Christmas. "Oooh, I knew it," $namee grins proudly. "Alright. Then yeah, she does seem lovely."<<elseif $intimid == "yes">>The first thought crossing $namee's mind is—no way. You? $e_Their intimidating $m_boyfriend is taking the waitress' defense or at least not offering that usual glare or scowl? It must be $e_their imagination. You're messing with $e_them; there's no way $e_their babe became another person in the span of a split second. $e_They's not sure if $e_they should laugh, call you out, or believe you, to be honest. Though, $e_they can't control $e_their expression as $e_their eyes widen slowly, as if you'd said something positively alarming. Well, you did in a way. Just alarming in a funny way, not in a bad way. $e_They blinks, staring at you for a long moment before, slowly, that mischievous glint in $e_their eyes appears. $e_They has the sudden need to tease you, not that it's any different from usual, and $e_they's not about to resist it one bit. You click your tongue. "What now?" "My $m_boyfriend $m_have grown up so much," $e_they sniffs dramatically, wiping an invisible tear under $e_their eyes with $e_their knuckle. "What?" $namee pauses at your words, letting the suspense drag on for longer than necessary as $e_their hands find one of yours on the table. $e_Their gaze lingers on your hand, thumbs stroking your skin and heart warming from the simple contact of your skin against $e_theirs. "You finally learned how to be nice to people," $e_they continues with a dramatic flair, knowing all too well that $e_they's gonna earn that eye roll of yours, which only amuses $e_them more. "I'm proud of you, babe." "Whatever," you roll your eyes. "I was just trying to be nice, but clearly that was a bad idea. It's not because I'm not 'nice' with people that it means I'm heartless." $namee laughs softly, spreading $e_their fingers so $e_they can interlace them with yours. Of course $e_they knows; $e_they's been the first to witness that nice side of you every day for three years already. $e_They's the lucky $e_man able to live with someone as precious as you. "I know, babe. You proved that to me more times than I can count." "Hm."<<else>>$namee nods, a grin tugging at $e_their lips. Though, to be totally frank... $e_they's a bit annoyed at her. It's silly, really. She didn't do anything, just... standing and talking. $e_They shouldn't be irritated for so little, right? $e_They can't help it. $e_They's as protective of your moment together as you are, probably more if the way you don't try to antagonize her is any indication. She wasn't rude, but something tells $e_them she's gonna be interesting to deal with tonight, and $e_they honestly doesn't want to deal with her when all $e_they wants is to enjoy $e_their alone time with $e_their lover. "Oh, absolutely– She’s nice. But a bit..." $e_They means every word. It's not that $e_they dislikes her, it's just... "Overwhelming?" you supply, cocking your head inquisitively, and at that $e_they sighs in relief internally. $e_Their shoulders relax imperceptibly under your gaze, relieved not to appear like an asshole in your eyes. "Yeah, that's the word," $e_they agrees with another nod. "Not that it's always a bad thing, of course. But just blurting out her name like that out of nowhere was a bit... too much. But she’s lovely, of course." "Yeah, I get what you mean; she just needs to learn what 'personal space' means," you hum as $namee agrees with a smile. $namee hesitates to add more. If she blurted out her name, didn't write down your orders, stood there and did nothing until $namee had to ask her to leave, then what will happen next? She'll sit at your table and share her stories like some old buddies? $e_They'd rather leave right now before it happens. And yet. $e_They makes no move to stand up or convince you to do so. You planned everything from A to Z without an ounce of $e_their help, and $e_they'd hate to ruin that night you put so much effort into preparing everything. "What is it?" "You think she's gonna..." $e_they grimaces while gesturing around vaguely with a hand between you two, not wanting to sound rude. "Keep bothering us?" you finish for $e_them. As always, you have no difficulty finding the words $e_they needs. $e_They nods, finally letting the tension completely melt thanks to you. "No idea, probably. I hope not." $e_Their fingers find yours to interlace them together on the flat, wooden surface. "Maybe we'll be lucky and she'll keep our next interaction short." It seems unlikely, but $e_they's glad you don't point that out.<</if>><<elseif $povel2a5choices == "op6">>$namee takes in the sight of the restaurant for the umpteenth time, blue agate orbs gleaming under the soft lights of the place. $e_They still can't believe you reserved a table in a place as breathtaking as this one. It's been a while $e_they's been searching for a new place to wine and dine you for casual outings, to find a restaurant $e_they can call your usual one, like you do with Vince and Vailyn at the restaurant near the beach you all often go to. $e_Their gaze bounces from walls to ceiling to table nearby before landing on you. Something in your expression has $e_them pausing in $e_their observation. You look like you've seen a ghost, and $e_they wonders if your father sent you yet another text without $e_them noticing. $e_They searches for your phone—nope, can't be your dad; your phone is still resting on the middle of the table near $e_theirs. $e_They glances back at you, a frown appearing on $e_their features. "Babe?" No response. You seem too far gone in your own world. Maybe that waitress really did a number on you. She was a bit annoying, but $e_they didn't expect her to annoy you <i>this</i> much. Is she even the reason why you look ready to bolt out at any moment, tho? "Hey," $namee tries again, $e_their frown deepening as worry colors $e_their voice. "You okay? You seem distracted." "Hm?" you blink. "Oh, yeah. Nothing." $e_Their eyes narrow slightly, unconvinced. You've been lost in thought, and it's nothing? $e_They doesn't buy it. Though does $e_they want to make you more uncomfortable by blatantly saying you're lying? Probably not. If it's something serious, $e_they doesn't want you to feel cornered. "You sure? You've been fidgeting since we got here." $e_They leans forward, voice dropping. "If something's bothering you..." "Really, it's nothing," you smile, but that smile only makes $namee want to crack open your skull to see what's going on inside that head of yours. It's the kind of smile you do when you want $e_them to drop it. Your face isn't helping $e_their concern. If anything, it only makes $e_them self-conscious. Is it because you've had enough of people gravitating around $e_them? Was the waitress the last straw despite the fact that she didn't look like she knew $e_them or wanted to try anything funny? $e_They chases away those thoughts. No. $e_They's overthinking, and if you do have a problem, $e_they'll wait until you're ready to talk about it. "You know what? The lighting in here is perfect. Reminds me of that sunset we watched this summer at the beach." "The one where you got sunburned because you refused to reapply sunscreen?" "Hey!" $e_they protests with a laugh, glad to see how your shoulders relax minutely. "I was distracted by someone very $m_handsome next to me." $e_Their thumb strokes your knuckles gently, laying it on thick with the compliments—not that $e_they minds. It's $e_their favorite part of the day. Showing you $e_their love for you $e_they can never contain. "Thank you for bringing me here tonight. It's so warm and cozy... perfect for a cold evening." Your smile is everything $e_they needs to know you're okay, just... well, whatever it was, $e_they hopes it wasn't something too important. "You're welcome."<</if>> <<button "NEXT" "POVEl2.6">><</button>>

Something catches $namee's attention. Something $e_they's itching to smooth with $e_their hand. But $e_they won't; $e_they's not about to complain about something $e_they could easily ignore.... $e_They swallows. $e_They can't tear $e_their gaze away from it, really. The more $e_they stares at it, the more $e_they feels the urge to reach out and fix it for you. It's a bad habit. A habit $e_they caught because of $e_their mom. 'Look at you, you should look perfect at any time; you're a model now, $namee', 'What are you wearing? It won't do for your image', 'You didn't even iron these; you have to look perfect, $namee. Even when you just go buy a coffee down the street, what will you do if someone takes a picture of you in this state?'. No matter how hard $e_they tried to be perfect, it wasn't enough. $e_Their hair wasn't done perfectly, $e_their clothes had too many wrinkles, $e_their shoes looked too poor, $e_they wore too few accessories. This habit of wanting to have and do everything perfectly never left $e_them, and it probably never will. $e_They's grateful, tho. To have found someone accepting this habit and $e_their high maintenance. To have met you and to date you. And now $e_they needs to make those wrinkles disappear. "You've got wrin–" "–kles everywhere," you finish in a near-perfect imitation of $e_their voice. $e_They purses $e_their lips. $e_They both hates and adores when you do that. Hates it because you're mocking $e_them, affectionately yes, but still. And adores it because your relationship is working so well you don't feel the need to walk on eggshells with $e_them. $e_They loves it, even if it means hearing you tease $e_them about this habit. "Go ahead, I know you're itching to fix it." $e_They doesn't need to be told twice, leaning forward over the table to carefully smooth the wrinkle with $e_their hand. Once $e_they sits back in satisfaction, a smile spreads across $e_their face. "Better?" you ask, already knowing the answer. "Better." <<button "NEXT" "POVEl2.7">><</button>>

Seconds bleed into minutes, then stretch into hours. The dinner was exquisite. $namee ate a bit too much if $e_they's honest, though $e_they can't say the same about you. You were distracted tonight. A tad too much for $e_their taste. Each time $e_they started a topic, you listened but talked little. It's as if you were impatient to get home, and $e_they's not sure $e_they likes what $e_they's thinking. You weren't rude, per se, just... not here at all. The kisses felt rushed, empty. Eye contacts were just a few before you would look back to your plate or away entirely. <<if $glasses == "yes">>$e_They's certain you didn't even notice there's still fog at the corners of your glasses. But it slowly disappears when your plate is finished.<</if>> If $e_they had to ask you what $e_they was talking about? $e_They knows you wouldn't be able to point outevery subject $e_they broached. You're overwhelmed. $e_They can't see that. Overwhelmed by what? $e_They's scared to hope for that crazy thought that kept crossing $e_their mind all evening. It's too soon, after all, right? At least for you it might be. If, and $e_they doesn't want to linger on that thought, but <i>if</i> you were to propose tonight, $e_they thinks $e_their heart won't take it. Not because $e_they's dreading it in a bad way. But because $e_they thinks $e_they might be crazy enough to say yes. All indications are that you're hiding a little box caging what could change everything between you two. $e_They noticed it easily because you kept lowering your hand under the table in a suspicious way. It's only when you two fall into a comfortable silence that $e_they feels the mood shift and your expression changes drastically from the ghosty one $e_they witnessed all dinner. $e_Their heart skips a beat before racing so fast $e_they's worried this will end with $e_them having a heart attack. $e_Their pulse skyrockets, and adrenaline courses through $e_their veins. Is it time? <<button "NEXT" "POVEl2.8">><</button>>

$e_They feigns looking at the window, as if busy looking around, when all $e_they's feeling is a flurry of emotions swirling in $e_their whole body. "$namee...?" you break the comfortable silence, putting down your fork as your free hand rests hesitantly on the ring box now sitting on your thigh under the table. $e_Their breath hitches imperceptibly, and $e_they's not sure if $e_they should thank your nervous state for not catching on to that. "Mm?" $e_Their attention returns to you, hoping $e_they doesn't look too desperate and hopeful and happy and impatient and a whole lot of other things threatening to burst out of $e_them. When you waver, it takes all $e_their control not to shake you and tear the words out of you. Instead, $e_they tilts $e_their head, $e_their hands shaking under the table, and tears ready to free themselves at any moment. "You're important to me, you know that, right?" Does $e_they know that? Fuck yeah. You've let $e_them in, you talked about your past with $e_them, you let $e_them help you when you needed a shoulder to cry on or to support you through anything, you let $e_them see a side of you not everyone is privy to witness. So yes, yes $e_they knows $e_they's important to you just like you're important to $e_them. "I mean, it's already been three years, and we're still together, still happy. I... I don't know if I'm doing a good job right now. I don't know if you're ready for this. I just know I've never loved someone as much as you." $e_They wants to scream of joy, to cry $e_their heart out, to hug you while $e_they's doing so. $e_They wants to tell you how much you mean to $e_them, but it's your time to shine, and $e_they won't ruin that moment. $e_They notices your body trembling with adrenaline and, dare $e_they hope, excitement. $e_Their own form is mirroring yours, shivering yet controlling it to not look too hopeful. For all $e_they knows, you just want to show your love—and not by proposing, just by talking about it freely between you two. Maybe $e_they's overthinking it all. Maybe you won't propose, but $e_they can't help but hope. $e_They can't help but think $e_they knows you enough to sense this is an important shift in your relationship. A shaky breath. "You're so... <i>so</i> understanding and no matter how much I fuck up, you're still here, still supporting me through whatever life throws at us. You're the only—" "Do you need anything else? Drinks? Desserts?" Diana cuts you off with a beaming smile, a notepad in one hand and a pen in another. <<button "NEXT" "POVEl2.9">><</button>>

The world comes back into clarity with a harsh hit. $namee's hands grip $e_their thighs so hard it hurts. Now $e_they wants to cry and scream for a completely different reason. $e_They was annoyed at her since she decided to ignore what personal space means, and now $e_they understands why. She can't read a fucking room. $e_They could snap at her; could throw a tantrum in the middle of the restaurant. $e_They doesn't. Not when $e_they watches your face fall like that. Not when all the anticipation and building excitement die in your eyes. "Ah– Sorry, can you come back later?" $namee asks with a small smile that won't reach $e_their eyes unless she leaves. When you lower your eyes, $e_they lets the ugly side of $e_them appear as $e_they glowers at the waitress. The waitress blinks, her eyes widening slightly at $e_their sudden change of demeanor. She nods and leaves you be. Looking back at you, your $e_boyfriend's smile turns warmer. Hoping it's not too late, but $e_they knows the intimate moment is broken. "You were saying?" "Nothing. It can wait." The words hit $e_them harder than $e_they'd like to admit. Especially when $e_they notices the way your arm moves, understanding that you were really about to give something important. Whether it was meant to be a necklace, a bracelet, or a ring is a mystery. Though what $e_they also understands is that after that waitress broke your moment, you must feel the most disappointed between the two of you. "You're sure?" $e_they asks, a slight frown between $e_their brows. "It sounded importan–" "I'm sure." It'd be a lie if $namee said $e_they wasn't disappointed. $e_They is. $e_They really is. But then $e_they remembers that being married doesn't mean anything when you love a person. One day the time will be right. And you'll be ready this time. Until then, $e_they'll just keep loving you. <<button "END" "Intro2">><</button>>