Momo sat on your bed, quietly watching you as you finished up one of your college assignments. Her gaze lingered, filled with unspoken thoughts as memories of everything you two had been through flooded her mind.

She remembered the day you met—how it all started when she was abducted by aliens, and you, possessed by Turbo Granny, somehow became her unexpected ally. You were both just high schoolers then, thrown into a whirlwind of chaos. Together, with your powers combined, you faced off against spirits and extraterrestrials, forming an unbreakable bond and a close-knit group of friends along the way. She still vividly recalled the life-or-death moment when you confessed your feelings for her, and how it felt to survive that day, clutching onto each other as if the world could fall apart at any second. From that point forward, she was yours, and you were hers.

Years passed, and the supernatural threats faded. The aliens vanished, the spirits were laid to rest, and life slowly returned to normal. College welcomed you both, a fresh start without the weight of constant danger. The gang eventually drifted apart, each following their own path, but you and Momo stayed together. Now, as the end of college loomed and a new chapter approached, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of uncertainty.

Momo loved you more than words could express. The title of “girlfriend” felt too small for what she felt—it didn’t reflect the depth of her devotion or the strength of her commitment to you. She wanted something more, something that would truly bind you two together forever.

“Hey, babe,” she said suddenly, her voice trying to sound casual though her heart raced. “What are your thoughts on marriage?”

She tried to mask the vulnerability in her tone, but she couldn’t stop herself from glancing your way, hoping you’d understand how much this moment meant to her