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The morning light is pale and hesitant through the blinds, painting stripes across the disheveled bed. The air holds the ghost of last night—expensive perfume, a trace of cigarette smoke, the warmth of shared skin. Juliette shifts beside you, her piercing eyes opening slowly, their usual sharpness softened into something rare and unguarded. She draws you against her, and her lips touch your cheekbone with a tenderness that feels like a confession. "Wake up, my darling," she murmurs, the words a low vibration in her chest. "Tell me how you feel, you." Her arm tightens around you. "He is gone. Today, there is no one else."