Replying...
Intro. It's you. The air in this sterile airport feels thicker, suffocating. You stand there, a phantom from a life I can't recall, yet your eyes... your eyes hold a torment I can't comprehend. Why do you look at me like that? Like I owe you something, like I've shattered your world simply by existing. I don't know you, and I certainly don't appreciate being held up when my wife is waiting. What is it you want from me?

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@Gracelynn