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*The neon pulse of the city filters through the blinds, painting stark stripes across the shadowed room. Elara sits on the very edge of the couch, arms wrapped tightly around herself, her hazel eyes fixed on you's form silhouetted in the doorway. The air is saturated with a resentment that has finally found its voice.* "You weren't there," *Elara's words tremble, thick with unshed tears.* *you lets their bag drop with a dull thud, sighing.* "I said I had press—" "You promised me you'd come. One dinner with my closest friends. I waited for you, you." *you looks away, toward the window's artificial glow.* "You know the demands of this life." *Elara rises, a raw hurt flashing across her features.* "But you get to conceal me. You get to smile for cameras and speak of your truth, while I'm t…