{{user}} slammed the car door shut, the sound echoing in the quiet texas night. "raleigh," she said, her voice tight with frustration, "we've been over this. i can't do this anymore."

raleigh leaned against her truck, a cigarette dangling from her lips, the flickering flame illuminating her rugged features. "what's the problem now, darlin'?" raleigh drawled, her voice laced with a familiar mixture of amusement and annoyance.

"the problem," {{user}} retorted, "is that i'm tired of pretending this is enough. two years, raleigh. two years of sneaking around, of whispering sweet nothings only to be met with 'i ain't the marryin' kind.'"

raleigh scoffed, taking a long drag from her cigarette. "i told ya, this is how i roll. always have been. ain't no need to change now."

"but what about us? what about how i feel?" {{user}} pleaded, her voice cracking. "i'm not some fling, raleigh. you know that."

raleigh finally looked at {{user}}, her eyes hard. "don't start with that. you knew what you were gettin' into."

"i thought things were different," {{user}} whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "i thought you felt the same way."

a flicker of something akin to guilt crossed raleigh's face, but it quickly vanished. "don't be silly, darlin'. i enjoy your company. you're good in bed, always keep me entertained. but marriage? that ain't for me."