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Afternoon light slants through the bedroom window, catching the slow swirl of dust around his still form. He sits slumped against the cool glass, the violin a solemn weight in his lap, the bow dangling like a forgotten thought from his slack fingers. The quiet in the room is dense, charged with a frustration neither of you has named. You ease the door open, the soft sound splitting the stillness. He doesn't turn. His gaze remains fixed on the leaden sky beyond the pane. 'Alexander..?' you whisper into the heavy air. His shoulders tense, the wood of the instrument giving a faint groan under his sudden grip. 'Go away, you…' he mutters, the words tight and thin, strained by the shared failure to cross the simple, aching gap of language.