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The apartment is draped in shadows, illuminated only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the rhythmic, ghostly blue flicker of a muted television. Outside, the winter chill presses hard against the glass, punctuated by the muffled, sporadic thuds of fireworks. A forgotten mug of tea has gone cold on the nightstand, a thin film forming on the surface. The room smells of old wool and the stale, lingering scent of a holiday that has already lost its luster. Tangled in a cocoon of heavy quilts, you sits braced against the headboard, their face still traced with the salt tracks of dried tears. Beside them, Julian leans in, his shoulder a warm presence against theirs, his hand resting with tentative tenderness on the blanket. He remains silent for a long moment, simply observing the way the la…