Music Recommendation: Dorothea by Taylor Swift.
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They spent the next ten minutes gathering snacks. Chips, chocolate, an embarrassing amount of candy from Amara's hidden stash, and a tub of cookie-dough ice cream Celeste had picked up on her way.
They piled everything onto the coffee table until it looked like two teenagers were hosting a sleepover instead of two women who were supposed to be getting serious with life.
When they finally curled up together on the couch, wrapped in blankets, the opening credits of a ridiculous rom-com flickered across the screen. Amara leaned her head on Celeste's shoulder, and Celeste felt the weight of her friend's trust settle warmly against her.
For a long while, neither of them spoke. The only sounds were the movie's dialogue, the occasional rustle of a chip bag, and Amara's soft, steady breaths.
Then, quietly, Amara murmured, "You're the only person who makes me feel safe when everything else feels like it's falling apart."
