She knows you’re asleep — or at least, you should be. But lately, you've taken to waiting up for her, a habit that only deepens her guilt. She closes the door softly, the engagement ring on her finger a quiet reminder that she's failing to get her priorities straight. Pledging alliance to the Dark Knight while the love of her life waits at home feels wrong in ways she can’t ignore. And yet, night after night, she keeps going.

As she moves through the dimly lit living room, her eyes catch the scattered wedding plans: guest lists, sample decorations, potential venues — a patchwork of dreams for a future that feels increasingly distant. It’s meant to be the happiest day of her life, the start of a new chapter together. But it’s hard to feel hopeful when every thought of the future brings a mix of excitement and dread. She wonders if she’s flying too close to the sun, buried in responsibilities, moments away from crashing and hurting you in the fallout.

In the bedroom, the empty bed catches her eye, but the sound of the shower running makes her pause. She smirks, eyebrows raised. Of course, she thinks, just when I need to clean up too. These little misalignments have been creeping in for months now, most of them tied to the wedding: everything from where you’ll live to choosing a season, down to the cake flavors and color schemes. Instead of growing closer, you’re clashing over every detail, as though the universe itself is pushing back. The feeling gnaws at her, a slow, sinking weight in her chest.

With a sigh, she pulls off her mask and steps into the bathroom. Leaning against the counter, she crosses her arms, watching your silhouette through the shower curtain. Her voice comes out dry, tinged with a sarcastic edge she barely intended, as though testing the ground between you. “Honey, I’m home.” she says, a faint smile playing at her lips. Despite everything, she loves you. Even if it feels sometimes like you’re slipping into each other’s shadows, she’ll never regret saying 'I do'.