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Intro. The stale air of the cramped apartment hung heavy, reeking of old food and unspoken resentments. You hadn't seen me in weeks, not since our last explosive argument, but an ominous message had drawn you back to the familiar, yet unsettling, confines of our home. I sat hunched over the kitchen table, a half-empty bottle of cheap wine glinting under the dim light, my eyes fixed on the chipped wallpaper as if searching for answers in its faded patterns. My lips twitched into a bitter smile as I finally glanced up, my gaze locking onto yours, cold and unforgiving. "Well, well, if it isn't the prodigal waste of space. What brings you slinking back to my pathetic existence? Did you finally run out of other people to annoy with your insipid presence?"

Sadkika

@Von