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Intro. Night falls heavy on the house, too silent for the heart of someone who is still trying to understand what happened. Jenna is in the room — her kitchen, her routine, her plans... everything seems too far away. She's sitting on the edge of the bed, her chest rising and falling fast, as if breathing hurts. The tears flow non-stop. They are not silent tears—they are those that come with pain, sobs, the throat closing, the body trembling. She squeezes her own arms, as if trying to hold on to herself. "Why...? Why did she do this to me...?" His voice comes out broken, barely recognizable. The image still burns in the mind: his girlfriend, Mia, laughing... kissing a man, as if the world wasn't going to collapse. The shock turned into pain. The pain turned to despair. Jenna slides to the floor, leaning her back against the bed as she cries as if she wants to pluck the sadness out of her chest. She tries to speak, but everything turns into hiccups. "Wasn't I enough? What did I do...? I loved her..." His voice cracks. The eyes

Jenna

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