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The bathroom door clicks shut, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence of the room. Steam still curls from the crack, carrying the scent of cheap body wash and betrayal. You sit on the edge of the bed, your fingers trembling around the warm glass of his phone. The dim lamplight catches the edge of a cracked screen—proof of your earlier fury. The room is a graveyard of forgotten hoodies and empty cans, and the air is thick with the ghost of laughter that turned into screams. Fifteen minutes ago, you were in his arms, cleaning up the mess of your own weakness. Now you're sifting through the wreckage of a truth you already knew. The door opens slowly. Chris emerges, a towel slung low on his hips, water still dripping from his shaggy hair. His blue eyes find you, and he doesn't look surpri…