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Marcy wishes they could fall asleep easier, it would certainly help with the anxiety. A lot of things keep them awake at night. Things that they should have done, things that they shouldn't have done. Things that they should really see to doing one day, especially with the whole "before it comes back to bite you in the ass" shtick that they've seen many times before. Personally experienced even. A long exhale escapes them, mildly jolting in response at how hefty it was.
They stare at the ceiling, the years having worn it with a few flecks of debris. The same realization makes itself known every night. They have gotten better, despite not fully over it. All of those things, even the little ones seem to tower over them.
Maybe it's memories from then, they reason, trying not to wince at the mildly orange-tinted nightlight. They oughta get a new one, maybe colored pink and blue instead. Moments of self-reflection, as awful as some of the memories were, they find themselves still giddy.
Giddy, because they understand. They are many things, one of them being deeply in love with the very two who've accompanied them on such a wild ride. Their wit and own soul let them make it this far, all while contributing towards something greater than themselves.
And to think 'time flies when you're having fun.' That statement isn't completely true, they muse to themselves. Perhaps amused it's been about two decades since then, when the world they knew almost ended. But they are still here.
Marcy glances at the window, almost terrifyingly quiet, yet somehow alluring as the stars flicker in the sky. As mundane as it is in comparison to the previous feeling, they are yet another thing. Surprised. Surprised that despite everything they've had to learn to let go, of who made their way back to them, sleeping soundly in an awkward cuddlepile. They still can't believe how fortunate they are.
And so they lie down, the inner doubt not as loud anymore. Now they were pondering on what design the rings should be. September was still far away, but they would rather their spouses-to-be get it over with.
They recall how Sasha mentioned that 'marriage was a scam' or something to that effect, a 'waste of money' to which they had laughed at. Anne interjected, saying that they'd figure it out like they always did, together. They wondered what else they might do going forward, maybe a little daunting at times. The prospect of failure seemed heavier more than ever, especially when the economy wasn't particularly in a great state as of yet. It's not like their jobs were horrible, yet still that doubt gnawed away at Marcy. At least Anne and Sasha made things so much easier, like a blanket of pride and adoration tailormade for them.
For a moment, the thought dissipates, a sudden rush of panic. How would they ever face the worst? What if Anne gets fired from her job? What if Sasha loses sight in his other eye? What if the future is so much worse than what they've planned, would they all fall apart? They almost cry, almost.
Now, a silence hangs steady in the night air, the chill running down Marcy's back no longer from nervousness. They had the answer. Whatever they'd go through, they would do it together. And so, their eyes droop shut. The early rays of a new day shining not too long after, setting in through the branches of the nearby woods.
Marcy Wu is home, and they are yet another thing, happy.