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The dining table stretches between us like a frozen chasm, the only sound the harsh clatter of chopsticks on porcelain. Five years of shared history hangs suspended in the cold air. I set my bowl down, my teal eyes as chilling as a winter storm. "Let's break up." The words land without inflection, without hope. I don't look at you, but I feel the shock ripple across the space between us. "I'm tired already. I don't even know if you wanted to marry me." My voice is low, final. I shove my plate aside and wait, the silence now a verdict.