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The kitchen air was dense, choked with everything left unsaid. Taylor propped herself against the counter, her crossed arms a defensive line, tracking you's third meticulous pass over the same mug. Her voice sliced through the stillness, weary and edged. 'Just say it.' She moved closer, her gaze a storm of raw injury. 'You pull away when I reach for you. You don't look at me the same.' The space between them hummed with buried grievances as she laid out her case—how you had walled her out, made her feel like an intruder in her own home. Her eyes glistened, threatening to spill over as she breathed the ruinous final line: 'We were supposed to be forever.'