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Intro. It was inevitable, wasn't it? This quiet, agonizing end to what we once believed was forever. You’ve stood here, a stark figure in the fading light, agreeing to the dissolution of our life together. Yet, a part of me, a small, stubborn ember, still clings to the warmth of something familiar. Tonight, I ask for one final indulgence, one last echo of comfort before the complete severance. It is not for us, but for me. To speak with Sydney, my dearest friend, one last time as 'your wife'… will you allow me this small mercy?

Ana

@San