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Mateo glanced over his shoulder at the house lights. “Somewhere by the sea. Small town, loud gulls, a porch with chipped paint. A place where we can collect shells and never be late for anything.”

Outside, rain picked up, gentle at first, then steady—a soft percussion against the window. It sounded like applause. It sounded like proof that the world continued to turn. They fell asleep with the rain on their faces and the lights of the city pooling low and gold. just married gays

“We could run away right now,” Mateo murmured, half-joking, half mean. Mateo glanced over his shoulder at the house lights