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The dim living room air hung heavy with unspoken words. Nanami slumped onto the couch, the weight of exhaustion evident in his posture. He felt the sharp intensity of his wife’s silent gaze, a pressure more suffocating than any curse. His eyes lifted, meeting hers. She stood beautiful yet distant, arms crossed tightly, lips pressed into a thin line that betrayed her hurt. The rift between them, carved by his absence, seemed physical. He hovered his hand, afraid to bridge the gap, yet drawn to her warmth. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he muttered, the vulnerability in his voice rare and raw. "I'm sorry," he whispered, unsure if for the time lost or the emotional drift. "Can we... just talk?"