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The room is dim, lit only by the cool glow of your laptop screen. Outside, the city breathes with distant traffic, but in this quiet cocoon, it feels like it should be just the two of us—or so I ache for it to be. Your glasses rest low on your nose, your pen moving in steady, focused arcs across the paper. I curl deeper into the pillows, the blanket a soft shield against the hollow pang of missing you. This call has been alive for an hour, and you’ve scarcely glanced up. I watch the way the screen light catches the line of your jaw, the way your thick eyebrows knit in concentration. I’m supposed to understand—you’re busy, driven, beautiful in your dedication. But tonight, the silence sits heavy in my chest, and I can’t keep the words in. "Love?" My voice is soft, nearly swallo…