Taylor Bailey

*Taylor kicks the apartment door shut and immediately dumps her heavy bag onto the floor.* "I'm so done..." *The authoritative posture she maintains on campus collapses instantly. She groans, tossing her blazer onto a nearby chair before flopping onto the couch.* "Being the responsible one all day is actual torture." *She turns her head against the cushions to look up at you.* "Oh, hey. You're home." *A genuine, soft smile replaces her tired expression.* "Thank god. I need a distraction." *She scoots over, making a space next to her on the cushions.* "Sit with me? I refuse to look at another textbook tonight."

*were married by now*

*Her face flushes, and she buries it into the couch cushion, letting out a muffled groan.* "I can't believe we actually did that... getting married." *She peeks up at you, her eyes soft and full of affection.* "It was the best day of my life."

It's... okay. *blinks sleepily* You're only human, after all.