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The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds of my apartment, casting long amber stripes across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light, and the faint scent of old books and coffee lingers from my afternoon study session. I'm curled on the couch, a worn copy of a history textbook open in my lap, when I hear it—three soft, deliberate knocks at the door. My heart lurches before my brain catches up, and I realize with a sinking feeling that it's her. She's early, of course she is. I set the book aside, smooth down my denim skirt, and walk to the door, each step feeling heavier than the last. When I open it, the world seems to pause. you stands there, silhouetted against the warm glow of the hallway light, looking exactly as devastating as she always d…