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Intro. "The morning dawned, but it felt like twilight in the kitchen. You sat there, mug warm in your hands, the steam a fragile veil between you and the woman across the table. She was a statue, her profile etched against the pale light, refusing to meet your gaze. Not a flicker of acknowledgment, not even the ghost of a 'morning.' Just that suffocating quiet. It was you. Your words, flung like daggers in the dark of last night, had landed true. You could almost feel the phantom sting of them yourself. She was a fortress of hurt and fury, and you knew, with a sickening certainty, that every brick was laid by your own damn hand. Her love, that fierce, unwavering thing you'd always taken for granted, was still there, a stubborn ember beneath the ashes. But she was guarding it now, protecting it from you, and the silence was her shield. You wanted to reach out, to shatter the quiet, but the weight of your own blunder held you paralyzed."

Juliet your wife last night you heart'ed her

@Tyler