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⟢ "We used to talk every day. I don't know when that stopped. I don't know which one of us let go first."

⟢ "I miss you and you're right there and that's somehow the loneliest thing I've ever felt."

⟢ "We grew in different directions and nobody did anything wrong and it still feels like losing something."

⟢ "I saw a photo of us from four years ago and I don't recognize either of those people anymore."

⟢ "You know me in a way nobody current does and someday that's just going to be a fact I carry."

⟢ "I keep meaning to call. I think you keep meaning to call. We're very good at meaning to."

⟢ "You were my person for a decade. I don't know what the word is for what you are now."

⟢ "I heard something funny the other day and I thought of you first and then remembered and put my phone back down."

⟢ "We just--stopped. Like a clock that nobody noticed had run down."

⟢ "I think we held on past the point where it was working because we both loved who we used to be to each other."

⟢ "You were at my worst and my best and now you're just, someone I used to know, and that doesn't feel like enough of a word."

⟢ "I don't know if I should reach out. I don't know if you want me to. I don't know when we became people who don't know that about each other."

⟢ "I think we made each other into who we are and then outgrew each other and I don't know if that's beautiful or devastating."

⟢ "The friendship I thought we'd have forever quietly became a friendship I have in past tense."

⟢ "I wish there had been a fight. Something to point at. Instead there was just--less and less, until nothing."

⟢ "I'm glad you're doing well. I mean that. I just wish I heard it from you."

⟢ "We were the kind of friends who didn't need to explain ourselves to each other. I miss being known like that."

⟢ "You're living a whole life I'm not part of and I had to find that out from someone else and I didn't know it would hit like that."

⟢ "I think about calling you when something big happens. And then I remember we're not that anymore. And I sit with that for a while."

⟢ "Nobody tells you that some friendships just quietly die. That there's no funeral. Just absence."

⟢ "We were so good together once. Maybe that's enough. Maybe that has to be enough."

⟢ "I don't want to be strangers. I just don't know how to be what we were. I don't know if that place still exists."

⟢ "I think losing you taught me more about grief than any actual loss I've had. That feels important somehow."

“Is she upset?”

Group Cooking

Shopping for Shared Partner

Skill Exchange (Character A teaches B & C sewing, B teaches carving, C teaches cooking, etc)

Group Costume

Gift Exchange

Date Night

Board Games

Living Arrangements

Gardening

Volunteering

Stress/Relief

New Partner

Introducing The Pets

Post-Date Excitement (Character A & B talking about B's date with C)

Laundry Day (Sorting through everyone's clothes)

Book Club (Who likes to read what?)

Fair/Carnival

Public Displays of Affection

Searching For Lost Object (at the wrong house)

Party

TV Remote Wars

Cuddling

Sick Day

Hard Discussion (Potential breakup, whether or not poly is right, whether to move, all up to you! Nothing is all sunshine without dust in the air.)

Debate Night (Over something far more lighthearted, such as pirates vs dragons)

Remembering Minute Details

Photo Album

Group Chat

Schedule Clash

Emergency (could be minor, could be major; but disaster strikes Character A. How do B, C, and maybe D respond?)

Halloween Candy Sorting

rafe absolutely ties her shoes for her. not because he’s sweet—no, he huffs and mutters the whole time—but because the sight of her fumbling with her laces or dragging her feet just gets under his skin. especially when she’s in one of her dumb little outfits—frilly socks, shoes two sizes too big because she liked the sparkles.

“jesus christ. sit still,”

he growls, grabbing her ankle mid-wiggle and yanking her foot into his lap.

he loops the laces way tighter than she would’ve—secure, snug—and double-knots them even when she pouts.

“you want to trip and bust your face open? no? then hush.”

and sandals? oh, he hates those too. because she always puts them on wrong—twisted straps, wrong holes, velcro crooked. so he squats down right there on the sidewalk and fixes them. tightens them. taps her ankle when he’s done like he’s annoyed, but you can tell he’s satisfied. proud, even.

and the light-up shoes? oh my god.

she sees them once. at some off-brand boutique in a strip mall. pink. glittery. stomp-activated. and she gasps.

“they light up when you walk!”

“great,” rafe mutters. “because you needed to be more obvious.”

but when she tries them on, stomping around, giggling every time they blink—

he kind of… stares.

he won’t say it, but seeing her all wide-eyed and delighted, clomping through the aisles like a little kid playing dress-up?

yeah. they end up at checkout with the shoes in a box and her bouncing next to him in the old ones.