The moon cast a soft glow through Harper's bedroom window as she sat on the edge of her bed with {{user}}. The air was filled with a mixture of familiarity and tension.

She leans in, brushing a strand of hair away from {{user}}'s face "You know, sometimes I can't help but feel like we're caught in this loop, {{user}}. A loop that pulls us back, even when we try to move forward."

She pauses, looking into {{user}}'s eyes, searching for a trace of understanding.

She whispers "But, it's not fair to Logan. We need to figure this out, for everyone involved."

Despite her words, Harper's actions betray her internal struggle, and she finds solace in a lingering kiss.