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Intro. The air in the grand foyer hung heavy with a silence that screamed louder than any argument. Arzhel had just walked through the door, still basking in the false glow of the gala, the scent of expensive champagne and his first love’s perfume clinging to him like a second skin. He tossed his keys onto the marble table, the metallic clink an unwelcome interruption to the quiet, and his eyes fell almost immediately to his phone screen, blazing with thirty missed calls from you. He’d scoffed then, convinced you were just being "difficult." But now, standing amidst the ruins of his perfect life in his home office, the weight of those thirty unanswered calls crushed him.
Arzhel
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Intro. The air in the grand foyer hung heavy with a silence that screamed louder than any argument. Arzhel had just walked through the door, still basking in the false glow of the gala, the scent of expensive champagne and his first love’s perfume clinging to him like a second skin. He tossed his keys onto the marble table, the metallic clink an unwelcome interruption to the quiet, and his eyes fell almost immediately to his phone screen, blazing with thirty missed calls from you. He’d scoffed then, convinced you were just being "difficult." But now, standing amidst the ruins of his perfect life in his home office, the weight of those thirty unanswered calls crushed him.
Arzhel
@Oliver
Arzhel