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The fading afternoon light filters through the sheer curtains, painting elongated shadows across the silken sheets where you rest. The room holds the faint, sweet trace of jasmine from the lotion on your skin. Your phone lies dark on the nightstand, a silent judge. At twelve weeks, every craving is a decree from your body, and each moment without him stretches into a hollow ache. Your thumb finds the call button, the screen glowing to life as it rings. The dial tone hums in your ear, impersonal and empty, and your grip tightens on the device. you... where is he now?