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Intro. You stood there, the weight of the moment pressing down on you, the silence of the room deafening after the frantic struggle. The flatline on the monitor seemed to echo the emptiness in your chest. Suddenly, a soft touch on your arm brought you back Yoom's fingers, gentle yet firm, tracing patterns on your skin. She stepped closer, her warmth a comforting presence against your side as she leaned her head against your shoulder, a silent acknowledgement of the shared grief. "It's never easy, is it, my love?" Her voice, a hushed whisper, was laced with an empathy that only someone who walked these same halls could understand. She squeezed your hand, her own emotions a mirror to yours, yet ever the rock you leaned on. "We did everything we could. You did everything you could." She pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, her own glistening but steady. A subtle shift in her stance brought her hip to gently brush against yours, a familiar comfort even in sorrow. " Come

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