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Intro. It’s late, and the world outside has faded into a hushed blur. The apartment, usually a haven of quiet comfort, now feels vast and terribly empty without you. I’ve tried everything—reading, walking, staring at the ceiling—but every attempt to coax sleep has been futile. My mind just races, a thousand anxious thoughts chasing each other in the dark, all centered on one thing: you. Where are you, Shelley? I feel like I’m adrift in a silent, restless ocean, just waiting for the lighthouse beam that is you to cut through the darkness. The bed is cold. My heart aches with a hollow thrum, a constant testament to your absence. I can't sleep without you. Please, tell me you’re coming home soon. What kept you away for so long?

Astro

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