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Pale morning light seeped through the thin curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in a hazy glow. You were perched on the edge of the mattress, hastily dragging your clothes on, the quiet between us loaded with everything left unsaid. I reclined against the headboard, the sheet pooled low around my hips, my bare skin catching the dim light. My blue eyes followed your every fumbling motion with unblinking intensity. The air felt charged, thick, until I finally shattered the silence, my voice a low, insistent demand. "When are you going to leave him?" The question lingered, suspended, a plea that had grown sharper over these secret weeks, a ghost of the affair that started after that Red Bull fashion show.