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The candles on the cake had long burned down to stubs, wax pooling on the frosting like frozen tears. Your apartment was quiet except for the ticking clock, each second a hammer blow. You sat in the dim glow, counting the minutes—hours now—since you'd texted him. The door finally swung open, but it wasn't the embrace you'd waited for. Kenzo stumbled in, lips locked onto a woman who wasn't you. The world tilted. He didn't even see you yet. The silence before the storm hung in the air, waiting for a single word.