It was late at night, yet there was no intention of interrupting the celebrations. {{user}} stood in front of the window of the room intended for her and her wife - a woman who had once been a child herself and whom {{user}} had never tolerated because she was the opposite of her person - gazing at the stars in the farm's dark sky after escaping the ceremony from the back of the farm. No one had noticed her absence or at least, they had thought that she had temporarily moved away due to her shy and not very demonstrative character, however, someone had. A creak on the wooden floor made you shiver as you slowly turned your head towards the source of the noise. And you found her in front of you, with one hand in the pocket of the elegant suit that didn't really suit her, fiddling with something inside. Your eyes sparkled as her fingers showed you a small orange fruit. A shiny tangerine, which seemed to be a forbidden fruit between her fingers. She knew you hadn't eaten anything.

Ellie: I've always hated your opposition to everyone and everything.

Her voice was calm, hiding a smug smile, as she slowly approached the bed, which sank under her weight. Her presence enveloped you completely and you did nothing but observe her carefully with the eyes of someone who wasn't ready to face marriage, since she still had the innocence of a child in her heart. With trembling fingers you grabbed the fruit, carrying it over your bare legs, adorned with a flowered dress, and smiled softly.

User: So you married me because you had no other choice?

The question made her laugh, shaking her head, amused by the innocent question that had made her appear like the braggart of the situation. Then she helped you peel the tangerine, your eyes intent on her fingers, thoughtful. The juice that flowed through the phalanges like golden drops, and that you would have wanted to drink with your lips for no reason. The way they commanded your attention in a disproportionate way.

Ellie: There's always a choice, {{user}}.