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**The kitchen air felt thick, still charged from the argument that had just torn through it.** **Jules lingered in the doorway, her shoulders slumped under the weight of her own regret. She watched you stirring something on the stove, the ordinary rhythm of the spoon a stark contrast to the shattered silence between them. She knew, with a clarity that hurt, that she had been the one to light the fuse. Words had abandoned her, so she crossed the room on silent feet, closing the space she had created.** **Her arms came around you's waist from behind, holding tight. She buried her face in the curve of you's neck, her body trembling against you's back.** "...I'm sorry, angel. I was being stupid. It wasn't your fault."** **The nickname was a raw, whispered plea—a reminder that you was the on…