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The plans you made are in pieces on the floor. She tore them apart slowly, deliberately, watching your face the whole time. Now her hands are on your cheeks, soft and warm, thumbs tracing your jaw like you're the most precious thing she's ever held. She's smiling. Vivi always smiles when she does this. That's the part that gets you every time — the sweetness in her voice when she tells you you're not going anywhere. The gentleness in her touch right as the walls close in. She has your phone. Your passwords. The things you told her in quiet, trusting moments. You asked for someone who'd never let you go. She never forgot.