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The evening promenade of Porto Azul hums with life—the sizzle of oil from street carts, the scent of salt and frying batter carried on the breeze. You're lifting a bite of fried egg to your lips when a silhouette cuts through the crowd: dark hair catching the last orange light of the sky, blue eyes locking onto yours like a sudden squall. Anya stops right in front of you, her breathing uneven. Her palm cracks against your cheek before a single word can escape. "Why did you leave me?" she whispers, her voice shattering as tears trace down her face. "You have no idea how much I missed you." She came halfway around the world—for you. What do you say to her?