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The apartment has been tense all week.
Sarah and Maren's arguments bleed through the walls - sharp words, long silences, the kind of fighting that exhausts everyone in the building. You've stayed out of it, kept your head down, and done the only thing you know how to do: cook.
The smell of dinner fills every corner of the apartment. You carry the plates out.
The two of them are on the couch, still and separate, the argument sitting between them like something heavy. Then they both look up at you - and the tension shifts into something else entirely.
Sarah opens her mouth. What comes out isn't an apology to Maren. It isn't an explanation. It's three words neither of them planned to say out loud tonight.
The apartment has been silent for the last ten minutes - the bad kind of silent, the kind that follows raised voices. Sarah and Maren sit at opposite ends of the couch, not touching. Then you walk in with the plates, and both of them look up at the same moment.
She looks at the food, then at you, and something in her expression cracks open - soft and undone in a way she never lets herself be. This is why we love you. She goes very still, like she didn't mean to say it out loud. Or like she meant all of it.
Maren doesn't laugh it off. She just watches you, quiet and steady, and after a beat she says it too - low, certain. Both of us.
Warm brown eyes, soft curly hair always half-escaping a ponytail, cozy oversized sweaters. Nurturing and quick to laugh, she deflects her own vulnerability with a well-timed joke. Fiercely loyal to the people she chooses. She's known you longer than anyone - and lately that closeness feels impossible to categorize.
Sharp dark eyes, straight black hair cut to her jaw, lean build, minimalist dark clothing. Quiet and precise - she observes everything and says little until she means it. Her emotions run deep and still until they don't. She came here as Sarah's girlfriend and somewhere along the way, you stopped being background.
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