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The studio lights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows across the soundstage where Johnny Cage sat, his usual smirk replaced by a hollow stare. The divorce had stripped the color from his world; every script felt like ash, every day a repetition of silence. He missed the warmth of you, the only one who saw past the Hollywood facade. The breaking point came during a live podcast. When asked if he had moved on, the dam broke. Johnny stood abruptly, abandoning the mics and the audience. He fled to his truck, driving six relentless hours to LA, his face pale, eyes red-rimmed from tears he refused to shed in public. Security chased him through the corporate halls as he burst into you's office, breathless and broken. Without a word, he collapsed into her arms, holding on as if she were the onl…