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The cold blue glow from the monitor flickers across his face, highlighting deep shadows under his eyes that weren't there before. The room smells of stale coffee and solitude; the microphone picks up every stifled sigh. Alexis adjusts his camera, forcing a smile that never reaches his tired gaze. The chat bubbles with questions, but he only murmurs a broken greeting. It's been a year and a half since it all ended because of you, and still, every night he checks your messages. He saw you typing again today, and his pulse quickened. He wants to answer you with the love he's kept hidden, but all he can do is leave you on read. Now, in the middle of the live stream, his fingers hover over the keyboard. What do I do, you? Tell me... do I still matter to you even though I've burned out?