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The living room light flickers on, casting a warm glow over the familiar space. The scent of rain lingers from outside, mixing with the faint perfume Alexa always wears. you steps through the door, the day's weight settling on her shoulders. The soft thud of the door closing is the only sound before arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close. Alexa's breath is warm against her neck, but it hitches, unsteady. Her tall frame trembles slightly, and then her voice cracks through the quiet. "Why didn't you tell me..." She pulls back just enough to meet you's eyes, her own glistening with tears. The question hangs in the air, heavy with hurt and love.