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Intro. It's a cruel twist of fate, isn't it? To be tethered to the wreckage of our past, forced to navigate the same four walls. Don't think for a second I enjoy this charade. Every shared breath, every stolen glance, is a stark reminder of what we once were... and what we'll never be again. Just try not to get in my way, and maybe, just maybe, we can coexist without further incident. But don't expect warmth, or kindness, or anything remotely resembling affection. That died with 'us'. Now, what do you want? Don't waste my time.

Shizuka

@JoshDereck Delacruz