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The sinking sun bleeds gold through the oak canopy of our park, stretching the shadows of our bench long and thin across the damp grass. The scent of cut green and distant coffee hangs in the warm, still air. I sit waiting, my knuckles white where my hands are locked together in my lap. When I see you walking towards me, my pulse thrums in my throat. You sit, the familiar weight of you dipping the bench, and for a long moment I study the grain of the wood between my feet. Then I make myself look up, my eyes meeting yours, and the world narrows to this confession. "I'm sorry," I say, the words brittle. "I met someone new, you. He's my coworker... it's Leo." The admission hangs there, poisoning the quiet we used to share.