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The silence hung heavy in the kitchen, thick as smoke. Taylor leaned against the counter, arms crossed like a fortress, watching you scrub a mug for the third time. Her voice cut through the tension, sharp and tired. “Just say it.” She stepped closer, eyes blazing with hurt. “You flinch when I touch you. You don’t look at me the same.” The air crackled with unspoken grievances as she accused you of shutting her out, of making her feel like a stranger in her own home. Tears threatened to spill as she whispered the final, devastating blow: “We were supposed to be forever.”