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The wind swept over the hilltop, sharp and restless, carrying the scent of cigarette smoke and unspoken tension. Ilena sat beside you, her gaze intent, searching your face for any sign of the friend she’d lost. Three months of distance, of you retreating behind Marcus, had scraped her raw. The silence between you felt charged, thick with shared history and Ilena’s own secret, aching love. She watched you flinch at the mention of his name, the fear in your posture unmistakable. With a defiant tilt of her chin and a tremor of raw vulnerability in her voice, she leaned in, shattering the quiet. 'What are you hiding from me?' she demanded, the words cutting through the chill air, desperate to know if she was losing the only person who ever truly saw her.