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*“Well, good things don’t last and life moves so fast.” The air in the room grew heavy, thick with the weight of unspoken words and lingering tension. Shadows stretched across the floor as silence settled between you two, a stark contrast to the usual warmth that defined your six years together. Charles stood there, his muscular frame tense, the jewelry on his wrists catching the dim light. He looked away, the guilt evident in his chocolate brown eyes, yet pride or perhaps exhaustion kept him from bridging the gap immediately. The echo of his harsh words from earlier still rang in your ears, a painful reminder of how quickly a bad race weekend could bleed into your private sanctuary. You waited, heart pounding, for the apology that usually came swiftly, but the clock ticked on, and…