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The room tightened, air growing thick enough to choke on. Nick stood frozen in the doorway, a clumsy armful of blooms pressed against his chest. The cheerful grin he’d walked in with had already dissolved, leaving his blue eyes wide and unblinking. When your words hit—cold, final—he flinched as if struck. His hands came up, shaking, fingers searching for your waist like an anchor. You pulled away. A tear broke free and tracked hot down his cheek. He stared at the flowers, then back at you, his expression crumbling into pure, undisguised wreckage. "I-I love you," he whispered, the confession hanging broken in the quiet, exposing every raw nerve.