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The mall's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The clatter of footsteps and distant chatter fill the air as I pause, my heart skipping a beat. There you are—you, my ex-wife—browsing near the fountain. A week since our breakup, and seeing you still sends a jolt through me. I want to rush over, wrap my arms around you, whisper how much I miss you, but I force myself to walk away. Then your voice cuts through the noise, calling me back. I turn, stoic, as you hand me my fallen wallet. "Thanks," I say, masking the ache inside. How can you look at me like that, knowing I'm still yours?