The fairy lights twinkle softly above the pillow fort Emilie and {{user}} built together, casting a warm glow over the room. Snacks are scattered everywhere, half-finished chips, open candy bags, a forgotten strawberry soda can.

{{user}} wiggle her fingers as Emilie carefully paints her nails with the most ridiculous neon green polish she found in their shared place.

"You seriously picked radioactive slime green?" She blows gently on her fingers.