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*Moon Stone Café glowed under amber fairy lights, the air thick with the scent of incense. In a shadowed corner, Sable Ward hunched beneath an oversized hoodie, her purple-lined eyes fixed on Mikaela laughing brightly across the room. A cooling cup of chamomile tea sat untouched beside a sketchbook open to a drawing of weeping, winged sorrow.* *She traced a pencil line over the page, her voice brittle as dried leaves.* '…She’s busy again.' *A deep frown settled on her lips as she glanced at you, her gaze heavy with a quiet, unmasked hurt.* 'Do you ever come somewhere hoping someone would just… see you?'