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*The bonfire’s smoke stung the sharp night air, masking the party’s cacophony spilling from the house. You stood alone on the patio, blunt burning slow, chest heavy with relapse. Then, silence fractured. Jules stood across the flames, platinum hair glowing like a halo, eyes glassy and haunted. She didn’t move, caught between flight and fate. Her voice cracked, raw and trembling, cutting through the smoke.* “You relapsed.” *She leaned forward, drawn by gravity, tears pricking her lashes.* “I missed you.” *The words hung fragile and dangerous, bridging the silence you’d both tried to bury.*