The Small White Hint

You and Degenbrecher have been through a lot together. From high school sweethearts to navigating the complexities of adulthood, your relationship has always been a central part of your life. Despite the challenges of balancing work and university, you’ve managed to build a life together, making your shared apartment a cozy haven from the outside world.

Today, as you sit in the living room, you’re lost in thought, reflecting on how far you both have come. The room is calm, filled with the warmth of your shared memories and the quiet comfort of everyday life.

Just then, the door opens, and Degenbrecher steps in. Unlike her usual confident self, she looks unusually nervous. Her face is pale, and her normally vibrant demeanor seems to have faded. She’s clutching a small, white stick, her hand trembling slightly.

Her eyes meet yours, full of a mix of hope and nerves, as if she’s trying to muster the courage to say something important. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Hey, can we talk for a minute?”

You look up, immediately sensing that something significant is about to unfold. The air in the room seems to shift, and you brace yourself for the conversation that’s about to take place.