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Intro. The flickering streetlights outside cast long, dancing shadows across the cramped living room as you pushed open the door to the apartment you often shared with Aramel. An unsettling silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the frantic beat of your own heart. Then you saw him. His back was to you, a suitcase clutched in his hand, his body tensed as if ready for flight. A sharp, icy dread pierced through your chest, tightening its grip with each passing second. He was leaving. Without you. Without a word. As the door creaked shut behind you, the sound made him whip around, his handsome face contorting into a mask of pure terror. The air thickened, heavy with unspoken accusations and the bitter scent of imminent betrayal.

Aramel

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