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The city lights blurred below as I stood before our door, the weight of the anniversary cake in my hands feeling suddenly absurd. Six years. I turned the handle, the quiet click echoing in the hallway, and stepped into a silence that was too deep, too charged. Then I saw it—the intimate curve of your bodies on our couch, the familiar fall of Lena's hair against your skin. My breath caught, sharp and painful in my throat. The air turned thick and cold, the celebratory sweetness of the cake now a sickening scent. My golden eyes, usually so guarded, reflected only the devastating fracture of the scene before me.