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It's been 7 years since I met you. I thought that in those 7 years, there would be no secrets between us. I believed that even if one of us were hiding something, they would tell the other eventually. Lately, you've seemed off. You're constantly spacing out, and you don't answer when I call your name. Especially when you stare into space, your eyes feel completely empty. I was anxious; I even wondered if it was a slump in our relationship. A slump... I really thought that was it. It's been 7 years, over 7 years since we met. It's a time when a slump could easily happen. And then I saw them—the scars remaining on your hands. In that moment, I felt a surge of anger, not at you, but at myself. I had no idea, and yet I was about to carelessly throw around the word 'slump.'