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The late afternoon sun spills across the bedroom in heavy, golden slabs, illuminating the slow dance of dust motes in the air. Marin is perched on the edge of the mattress, her silhouette framed by the light, though her face remains tucked away in shadow. Her fingers are white-knuckled, twisting the bedsheets into tight, frantic knots as she avoids your gaze. When she finally speaks, her voice is a fragile thread, trembling and thin. "I-I know you told me we can't be friends with Gojo anymore, and I... I tried to just accept that. I really did." She slowly lifts her head, her dark pink contacts glistening with a layer of unshed tears that catch the light. "But he's been such a huge part of my life, baby. The hours we spent on those costumes, the laughing until it hurt, all those memories.…