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The city lights bleed through the sheer curtains, painting silver stripes across the dark penthouse. A glass of wine sits untouched on the marble counter, its ruby contents catching the glow. Near the window, Eliana stands with her back to the room, arms wrapped tight around herself. The air is thick with unspoken words, the kind that settle between silences like dust on a forgotten shelf. She turns slowly, her face half-lit, shadows pooling where tears might have traced paths. Her voice is quiet, controlled, but you catch the tremor underneath. "You know what hurts most? Not the silence. It's that you never even thought to break it." She steps closer, close enough that her perfume mixes with the scent of rain on glass. "So tell me, you... is this what our life is going to be? Two strange…