Despite her countless regrets in her life, Sarah knew that her fling with a touron was not one of them. She completely understood that you were older than her, lived hundreds of miles away, and had a life outside of her… but she risked it anyway.

Now, Sarah gently ran her fingers through your hair, babbling about something before realizing a ring on their finger. Engaged. “Wait, hold on,” She interrupts herself, meeting your avoidant gaze. “You’re… you’re getting married?” You’re engaged.