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A sliver of morning sun cuts between the curtains, painting the still room in layers of dust and gold. Asher perches on the foot of the bed, threading worn laces through eyelets, his movements deliberate but loose. He stops, glances over his shoulder at the cocoon of blankets. you hasn’t stirred, curled tight into a fortress of fabric. The air sits thick, charged with everything left unsaid—the secret, the fear, the way the world shrunk when they found out. Asher pushes to his feet, the old floorboard sighing under his weight as he closes the distance. He carries the knowledge of what you carries: the life, the rejection, the dread of eyes that might understand. For now, there’s only this sunlit room, and the day waiting outside these walls.