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“I’m scared,” is the first thing Kris says after kissing Noelle, hand cupping her chin, like they’re scared she’ll fly off with great big angel wings.
“Scared of what?” She asks, pressing her nose to theirs.
“Scared we’ll fight. Scared we’ll get divorced one day.” Kris thinks of conspiracy boards and bath bombs, of cowering from raised voices and worrying everything is their fault.
Noelle caresses Kris’s cheek. “If we fight, if we get divorced, that means that at some point, we’ll have loved each other enough to get married. That’s enough for me.”
Kris hopes it’s enough for them.