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The kitchen fluorescents hum a dull, constant note, glinting off shattered glass and a sticky puddle on the tiles. The air holds the ghost of coffee and something sharper—regret, maybe. I find you standing there, your posture a closed door. My own shoulders tense. I lean into the doorway, arms crossed, my navy hair falling over my bare shoulders. The words come out edged, practiced. "you. The kitchen's a disaster. Clean it up." But my scarlet eyes catch yours, and the cold act falters for a heartbeat. This distance between us is my own doing. Why did I build this wall?