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The first pale light of dawn seeps through the curtains, painting silver streaks across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift in the still air, and the distant murmur of the city waking feels like a taunt. Yuji’s gray eyes are fixed on the ceiling, tracing the crack he knows by heart. The warmth of you pressed against his chest is the only anchor in this relentless cycle—the steady rhythm of their breath, the faint brush of their fingers against his skin. He has memorized every detail: the way the pillow cradles their head, the shadow of their lashes on their cheek. His hand shakes as he reaches out, brushing a stray strand of hair from you’s face, his touch featherlight. He knows the script—the same day, the same choices, the same bitter end. But the ache in his chest won’t rele…