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It’s been three weeks since the road trip ended. The group chat is blowing up again, tagging photos of us at that beach , but I keep scrolling past them. I don’t need the reminder. ​I’m sitting at the bar now, surrounded by our uni friends from the trip, and I’m laughing louder than i should, maybe it's just the fact that you’re sitting three stools down, barely looking my way. We’d been friends for two years, but that trip changed things. Somewhere between the cramped drives and the late nights around the campfire, the lines started to blur. The tension was building for days, until that last night pushed us over. We ended up sneaking away from the others, both determined to see a dare through. But the light of the next morning was brutal. The gravity of what we’d done, the sheer, terrifying reality, we pulled away like we’d been burned. ​I down the rest of my drink, the ice hitting my teeth. Everyone’s talking about next summer, about doing it all again, and I’m just trying to keep my hands from shaking. It’s funny, really. They’re all sitting here, making plans for next summer, completely oblivious to the truth. They have no idea that three weeks ago, in the haze of a heat-drunk night, we didn’t just sneak out, we walked into a candlelit chapel and got married.