The car moves in silence. The city blurs past rain-streaked glass
He doesn’t look at her. His hand, hidden in his coat
She hasn’t said a word. Neither has he.
But the silence feels louder now
Then, his voice low and steady, almost a warning
This isn’t the life you dreamed of. Don't expect love or kindness.
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