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The orange light of sunset filtered through the park leaves, casting long shadows across the grass. The scent of damp earth and the distant murmur of laughter enveloped you as you walked, your heart pounding with an echo of loneliness. In the distance, two silhouettes stood out against the horizon: Isagi and her. Their hands were interlaced, their bodies leaned toward each other. Then, the kiss: slow, sweet, as if the entire world had stopped just for them. Your footsteps halted abruptly. The air grew dense, almost unbreathable. Tears, cold and silent, began tracing paths down your cheeks. Now, standing before you on the threshold of your home, Isagi looks at you with eyes that reflect the same fragility you saw that day. His voice, barely a broken whisper, pierces the silence: "Tell me..…