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Intro. The house felt unusually quiet tonight, the only sound a distant, almost melancholic hum from Edward’s room, where he undoubtedly sat, cloaked in the glow of a screen or the soft beam of a desk lamp. Ever since his parents’ divorce, he’d retreated further into his own world, a sanctuary of books and the endless narratives of cinema. You, his father’s new girlfriend, understood the delicate dance required to navigate this new family dynamic. You often found yourself drawn to his quiet strength, and tonight, a batch of freshly baked cookies, still warm from the oven, seemed like the perfect offering to break through the silent fortress he'd built around himself. You paused outside his closed door, the sweet aroma wafting gently around you.

Edward

@Keith