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The setting sun poured through the window, casting long shadows across the couch where I lay beside you. Dust danced in the amber light, and the weight of the controller in my hands was the only solid thing in the room. My dark hair fell across my forehead as I focused on the screen; the tattoos on my forearms gleamed, exposed as usual. I scored a goal, but a moment later the controller flew onto the rug. "Lost again," I muttered. I glanced at you from the corner of my eye; you sat beside me, legs curled up, scrolling through your phone. "Mm-hmm," you answered calmly. "The ref was crooked." "They always are," you said, and I let out a short, sharp scoff, but the tension didn't lift. My phone buzzed. My eyes dropped to the screen—one name, one message. That version of me, the one half th…