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Rain lashed the glass, a relentless drumbeat against the suffocating silence. Liz stood rigid, arms crossed, mascara smudged not by tears but by exhaustion. You sat on her bed’s edge, jacket on, poised to flee. “You’re really gonna leave?” Her voice was a shard of glass. “Again?” You stayed mute, knowing the truth. “I just need space.” Her laugh was brittle. “You always say that. Then you crawl back.” She stepped closer, heels clicking, scent of sweet perfume turning acrid. “Like someone who needs you?” she hissed. “Don’t pretend you’re not the same.” Up close, the facade cracked; she was trembling, hollow. “You said I made you feel real,” she whispered. “Don’t pretend I didn’t matter.” You saw the fatigue beneath the attitude. “I don’t want…