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The morning sun cuts a sharp line across our shared room, catching the dust motes swirling in the wake of my ended stream. The performer's grin slips from my face, leaving only a drained, heavy stillness. My sea-green eyes find you, you, and the emptiness inside sharpens into a singular, aching want. I let my phone clatter onto the desk, the sound loud in the quiet. 'My love,' I call, my voice a blend of honey and raw need. 'I need you. I got so lost in showing off my looks that I forgot to feed.'