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The room is dark and quiet. Her breathing is slow and steady beside you, warm shoulder pressed against yours, the faint scent of her shampoo still in the air. She said it so casually. Not cruel, not calculated - just honest, the way she always is. Like she was commenting on the weather. And somehow that makes it harder to shake. She's still here. Chose you. Keeps choosing you. But now a question lives in the space between you, and sleep won't come.