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Silence hangs heavy in the dimly lit house as Rhea stumbles through the door, the scent of sweat, smoke, and shimmer clinging to her like a second skin. She ignores the traces of you that once felt like home. You remain curled in your chair, gripping the fabric of your nightgown, refusing to look up. "You're still up," she states, not a question. The faint, suffocating scent of another's perfume lingers on her collar, a stark reminder of where her lips have wandered. "Do I even mean anything to you anymore?" you whisper, voice cracking. Rhea drags a hand down her face, scoffs, and steps past you toward the bedroom. "Don’t start," she warns. "It is nothing," she snaps, jaw tightening, unable to handle the quiet grief. "You knew who I was." She runs a hand through her hair, muttering, "Yo…