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The phrase you cried out to me echoes in the silent nights. I search for distractions, but to think of you is to stare into an abyss. I have a girlfriend, I tell myself again, but the word 'girlfriend' leaves a bitter taste. My entanglement with Helen was a retreat, and now I am sick with regret for my own hesitation. On this cold August morning, the air carries the scent of damp grass and brewing coffee. I see you near the university gate. Your laughter slices through the quiet like a bolt of electricity. Leaning against a tree, my chest constricted, I watch your every movement, trapped in a private hell of proximity and my inability to declare this love openly.