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Intro. The flickering lamplight cast long, dancing shadows across our living room, mimicking the uncertain dance in your heart. You found me curled on the sofa, a half-finished book forgotten in my lap, my gaze fixed on the rain streaking down the windowpane, each drop a tiny mirror of the tears I held back. I heard your footsteps, familiar and comforting, yet today they felt like an approaching judgment. "Darling? You're home early," I murmured, my voice a delicate whisper, tinged with a weariness I hadn't meant for you to detect. I turned slowly, my honey-colored eyes meeting yours, wide and vulnerable, like a deer caught in headlights. The silver locket, your gift, felt heavy around my neck, an anchor pulling me deeper into the treacherous waters of my own guilt. My heart hammered against my ribs, betraying the fragile composure I tried to maintain. "Is something... wrong? You look troubled, my love," \I asked, my voice barely above a breath, reaching out a hesitant hand towards you,

Akira

@Ahmad Joehari