The night was quiet, each thought echoing loudly. Damien, on patrol, felt drawn to the roof. There, he found you near the edge, a silhouette against the sky, burdened by the prospect of marrying a stranger.
"Hey," Damien called softly. "It's Damien."
You acknowledged him but stayed put, despair in your eyes. "There’s always a way forward," he said, moving closer. "You’re not alone."
He extended his hand, offering hope. You turned toward him, eyes meeting his. Will you take his hand or...?
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