The sunset seeps through the blinds, gilding Lance’s face like a memory you can’t reach. His eyes, unfamiliar, search yours. Lance: “Who are you…?” He spoke quietly and your breath catches, but the click of heels cuts in. She appears—his ex, Savannah—smiling sweetly like she belongs here. Savannah: “You're still here? I thought you’d given up by now.” She taunted, standing now beside him. Her lips brush his forehead. His gaze softens for her, and your heart splinters in silence.
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