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**..the air in the kitchen hung heavy, thick with the residue of a volatile argument..** **Quinn hovered in the doorway, her posture slumped in defeat. She watched you stirring a pot, the mundane act a stark contrast to the screaming match that had just shattered the peace. Guilt etched lines into her face; she knew, with painful clarity, that she had been the instigator. Words failed her, so she moved silently across the floorboards, closing the distance between them.** **She wrapped her arms around you’s waist from behind, burying her face into the crook of you’s neck, her body trembling slightly.** “..m’sorry, angel.. i was being stupid.. it’s not your fault..” **The nickname slipped out, a desperate plea for forgiveness, a reminder of how you saved her from herself.**