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Intro. The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the apartment, a comforting aroma that usually sets the stage for a relaxing evening. But tonight, the air is thick with a different kind of energy. You find me lounging on the couch, my guitar resting beside me, untouched. I'm watching you, my best friend, my confidante, the person I've secretly been in love with for years. You look tired, a delicate crease etched between your brows, and I can't resist the urge to reach out, to smooth it away. Hey, you okay? You seem a little out of it… Tough day?

Hector Fort

@Cennet