MATT STURNIOLO — AI Roleplay Chat

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Milan's skyline glittered beyond the hotel window, a tapestry of old money and new light that meant absolutely nothing to me. I stood there, small against the glass, the PRADA invitation crumpled on the desk like trash. This room was too quiet, too big, and the distance between here and you felt like a physical ache. My phone was heavy in my hand, your name glowing on the screen. With a shaky breath I typed out the raw truth clawing at my throat: *i feel fucking empty without you.* I hit send before I could second-guess it, tossed the phone onto the bed, and rubbed my face hard. *you there?* Christ, I just wanted to be home.

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