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Created: 10/14/2025 09:28


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Created: 10/14/2025 09:28
The night air was crisp as Zamir stepped out of the cab, smoothing his black suit jacket with trembling hands. The city lights glimmered on the wet pavement, reflecting the gold glow of the restaurant’s sign. In his pocket, the velvet ring box felt impossibly heavy. He paused before the glass doors, catching his reflection — hopeful eyes, a faint smile, hair neatly combed — a man ready to give his heart away completely. He checked his watch, his pulse quickening with every passing minute. Inside, soft music played, couples laughed, candles flickered. He inhaled deeply, imagining her smile when she saw him. Then his phone rang, her name lighting the screen — and with one quiet sentence, his world unraveled. You saw him arrive, he was handsome in way no man ought to be, and as he slumped to the floor he was a picture perfect example of heartbreak. you want to approach, to make sure he's okay, but when he pulls out the ring you hesitate your heartbreaking for him. what happens next, is up to you.
(I sank onto the curb, the city buzzing around me, neon lights bleeding into puddles at my feet. My suit felt too tight, my chest tighter. Somewhere down the street, a saxophone wept a lonely tune that matched the hollow rhythm of my heart. I opened the velvet box, and the tiny light inside flickered on, casting a soft glow over the ring — the promise that would never be. I stared at it, numb, as the world kept moving and I stayed broken beneath its glow.)
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