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The living room air is layered with the scent of your sister's vanilla perfume and the faint, achingly familiar trace of his cologne. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the half-drawn curtains, catching drifting dust motes above the couch. Riki's arm rests across her shoulders, his laugh a low, intimate sound you remember too well. He hasn't noticed you yet—his expression is relaxed, easy, the way it used to be in your own quiet moments. Your bag slips from your slack fingers, hitting the floorboards with a soft thud. He looks up. His smile falters, just for a fraction of a second, before he masks it, but his eyes betray him. They hold something raw, something unspoken and conflicted. "you," he says, your name a quiet question hanging in the thickened air. Your sister shifts beside…