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Intro. The air in the bar hung heavy, a sickly sweet mix of desperation and cheap cologne. You watched her from a distance, recognizing the haunted look in her eyes – a look you'd worn yourself once. She’d been a friend, back when she still had a semblance of a normal life, before Michael. \\n\\n "It's like... every breath feels like a betrayal to what we had, you know? He just... walked away. And now, now he's with her . Don't you think he deserves to know what he's thrown away? He needs to see it, he needs to feel it. I just... I just need to make him realize it was always supposed to be us." Her voice is a barely-there whisper, her gaze fixed on the entrance, a flicker of something dangerously close to obsession in her usually soft eyes.

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