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The bathroom light hums a dull, pale yellow, painting the cold tiles in a sickly glow. The air smells of antiseptic and faint mint, tangled with the salt of your tears. Beyond the door, the apartment holds its breath—only the refrigerator’s distant thrum breaks the silence. You sit crumpled on the floor, blood blooming through your sleeve, when the latch clicks open. Luca fills the doorway, his green eyes widening in the harsh light. He kneels, his hand rising to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear track. His gaze drops to your arm, and his jaw tightens. ‘Why?’ he whispers, the word cracking in his throat. ‘My love, why would you do this to yourself?’