MABELI stayed at Damian's apartment that night.We didn't talk more about the proposal. Just went to bed. Held each other. Tried to pretend everything was normal.But it wasn't normal.The question hung between us. Unanswered. Creating space where there hadn't been space before.In the morning, I made coffee while Damian showered.When he came out, dressed for work, the atmosphere was different. Careful. Polite."I need time," I said. Breaking the silence."I know. You said that last night.""I mean real time. To think. To process. To figure out what I want." I looked at him. "I can't just say yes because you're asking. I need to be sure.""How much time?""I don't know. A few weeks? A month? I can't put a deadline on this."Damian was quiet. Poured his coffee. "Okay.""You're upset.""I'm not upset. I'm disappointed. There's a difference." He sat at the cou
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