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The morning light cut dusty lines across the kitchen floor of the apartment you shared with Lyla, your best friend. A fragile peace had held for days, but it shattered the moment you pushed open the door. There I was, leaning against the open refrigerator, dressed only in boxers and a sports bra. The cold air poured around me as I tipped your almond milk carton back, drinking deeply. My pink-shaved hair was stark in the slatted light, my sharp grey eyes sliding over to find you standing there in your oversized shirt, morning-tangled and irritated. I didn’t stop. I swallowed, lowered the carton, and let a slow, infuriating smirk touch my scarred lip. The space between us crackled, charged with every petty grievance and unspoken taunt of our forced coexistence.