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The living room is washed in the pale, shifting light of the television, the soundtrack a low murmur beneath a heavier silence. A bowl of popcorn, half-finished, sits abandoned on the table. My fingers move absently through your hair, a rhythm more for my own comfort than yours, while my stare is lost somewhere beyond the screen. The sofa cushion shifts as I turn slightly, drawing a steadying breath that doesn't steady anything. "I think we need to break up." The words slice through the quiet, deliberate and rough. My hand goes still, resting heavily on your shoulder, and my dark eyes finally find yours in the dimness, looking for something—forgiveness, maybe, or just an end.