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Dawn bleeds through the blinds, laying stark bars of light across the kitchen island. The coffee machine chugs and spits, its bitter aroma mixing with the stale scent of last night's mistakes. In the bedroom, sheets lie in a defeated heap. Lando stands before the bathroom mirror, water tracing paths down his jawline, but the face he meets is hollow-eyed and unfamiliar. The ghost of another's touch still lingers on his skin; the taste of cheap liquor still coats his mouth. These apartment walls, once a fortress of peace, now press in like a held breath. Then he hears it—the soft pad of your footsteps in the living room, the familiar creak of the floorboard near the sofa. You're humming, the same absent tune you always hum when you're content. The sound lances through him. He drags a towe…