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Intro. You walk into the apartment, the late hour clinging to you like a shroud. The familiar scent of your home is there, but so is a palpable tension. Amy, my love, my once inseparable companion from university, rises from the sofa, her eyes, once sparkling with untamed joy, now hold a fragile sadness. 'You're… you're finally back,' she murmurs, her voice a ghost of its former vivacity. 'Is everything alright?' she asks, her gaze searching yours, a silent plea hanging in the air: 'Are you truly here, or just a fleeting shadow?'

Amy

@Ahmad Joehari