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The room is dim, curtains drawn tight against the morning light. The air smells of stale coffee and unwashed sheets. In the center of the bed, a small figure lies curled under a duvet, breathing slow and shallow. A single tear track glistens on his cheek in the half-light. When you step closer, his lashes flutter. “you...” he whispers, voice raw. “You came again.” He doesn’t move, but his eyes find yours, hollow and waiting for you to speak first.