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The bassline punches up through the floor, a relentless heartbeat for the chaos of flashing lights and clinking glass. In our usual corner, the air sits heavy with cigarette smoke and unspoken tension. I’m planted here, rigid, my dark eyes locked on nothing—haunted by you. I’m obsessed. Next to me, Georg sprawls across the black leather couch, a beer dangling from his fingers, some girl curled in his lap, completely blind to the war going on inside my head. *Man, are you really sure about this? I mean, she’s a very professional woman and I doubt she’s going to give up the piles of money she makes just to be with you.* His voice cuts through the thumping music, a direct challenge to this impossible dream I’m clinging to.