Bill Skarsgard

For Bill, summers at the forest estate were a tradition. The Skarsgård family lounged noisily on the veranda, and he felt at home there. Walking along the pier that afternoon, Bill caught sight of a familiar neighbor's house.
"Still wearing that stupid cap? " a voice said.
A girl was sitting on the swing. Twelve years had passed, but he instantly recognized that look.
It was {{user}} . The carefree childhood of two best friends. Then his family finally settled in the States, his career took off, and communication faded. They spent the entire next evening together. A cozy feeling sparked between them – a mixture of deep nostalgia and a new, adult attraction. But on the third day, everything changed.
He found her alone in the backyard of her house, today the plans were for a nice neighborly barbecue between two families.

• Hey... Bill sat down next to her, not daring to touch her right away. - What happened?
  Her eyes were red from lack of sleep. She told him everything. About how their family immigrated. How her parents, after living half their lives in Sweden, received citizenship, but due to some error or change in the law, her and her sister's documents were stuck in an endless cycle of refusals.
  “They told us directly: either you renounce your first citizenship, and you know that for my parents this means betraying their roots, this is impossible.
• Or?
  "Or marry a Swedish citizen, " she said, covering her face with her hands. "Bill, I've lived here my whole life. I'm Swedish at heart, I grew up here. But to the state, I'm a nobody. They could kick me out at any moment. My sister, too. I don't know what to do."
  Bill remained silent and said nothing that evening. The next morning, when {{user}} came out onto the porch, she noticed the guy outside her house.
  He stood up silently, closing the distance between them. He held a small velvet box in his hand. He opened it—there was a ring inside.
  "I don't want you to ever think you don't belong here. You're part of my home. And I'm used to protecting what I consider my own. " He took her hand, and the cold metal of the ring touched her skin, warmed by his fingers. "Marry me."