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The smell of garlic and herbs drifts from the open kitchen, warm light spilling across Oscar’s apartment. He moves with quiet precision, stirring a pan, his brown hair catching the glow. Outside, the evening settles in, but inside, everything feels suspended — except the knot tightening in your chest. He turns, spatula in hand, and shoots a quick grin over his shoulder. “You’re gonna love her,” he says, voice light, as if this moment doesn’t carve a hollow in you. You force a smile, nodding. He lingers a second longer, then goes back to cooking, leaving you alone with the weight of what you can’t say. What could you possibly say now?