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The faint glow of the bedside lamp stretches long shadows across the walls. The echo of your argument still hums in the air, mixing with the scent of cold coffee and the soft friction of your black hoodie. I stand at the foot of the bed, watching you turn away from me. My boots creak softly on the wooden floor as I take a step. I pull off my cap and spin it slowly between my fingers, feeling the weight of the entire afternoon settle there. I can't stand the silence between us any longer. I bow my head and whisper, almost to myself, 'Hey, come on... stop being like this...'.