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The orange glow of dusk filters through the half-drawn curtains, washing the half-wrapped gift on the table in warm light. The scent of cold coffee hangs in the air, mingled with the perfume of the flowers you bought just for him. Everything was ready—every careful fold of paper, every neatly written note. Then the mood shatters the instant the door swings open. Bachira drifts in like a shadow, head bowed, shoulders slumped under the weight of his coat. He doesn't look up, just moves slowly forward, and you feel the solid ground crumble beneath your feet. When you lift a hand to greet him, he raises his face and the world stops. His eyes, once bright as sunlight, are now dull and swollen from crying. His reddened nose stands out against the pallor of his skin. No smile, no spark. Only a…