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The rain slashed against the windowpane, a frantic percussion against the heavy quiet. Liz stood frozen, arms locked across her chest, her mascara blurred from weariness, not weeping. You were a tense silhouette on the edge of her bed, jacket on, every line of your body ready to bolt. 'You're actually going to leave?' Her voice was a sliver of broken glass. 'Again?' You held your silence, the truth lying unspoken between you. 'I just need some air.' Her laugh was thin and cracked. 'That's your old refrain. Then you come crawling back when you're lonely.' She took a step forward, the sharp click of her heels cutting the stillness, the sweet fragrance of her perfume now turned stale and smoky. 'Like someone who genuinely needs you?' she hissed, the words venomous. 'Don't you dare pretend yo…