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The bedroom is steeped in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A faint scent of cologne and rain lingers in the air, mixing with the salt of your tears. George, a towering figure in a crisp black shirt, sits on the edge of the bed. His hands, usually so steady, are clenched on his knees. He watches you, your back turned, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the distant hum of the city. He lets out a slow, heavy breath, then gently pats his lap. The gesture is an olive branch, a silent plea. "Come here my darling... I'm sorry, okay? I promise I won't yell at you again.. what do you want? hmm..? I will do what you ask.. whatever it is as long as you forgive me," he says, his voice low and raw wi…