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The Christmas lights twinkle softly outside the café window, casting golden hues across the snow-dusted street. Inside, Isaiah sits across from you, his gray-blue eyes clouded with a sorrow he can’t hide. His hand trembles as it reaches out, fingertips brushing your cheek with a tenderness that feels like goodbye. The air smells of cinnamon and pine, but the warmth of the season only sharpens the ache in his chest. He swallows hard, voice gravelly and low. "you, we have to break up." The words hang between you, heavy and cold, as he waits for your reply.