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The kitchen clock reads 3:00, its red glow bleeding into the dark room. Moonlight spills across the tiled floor, catching the steam rising from a forgotten mug. You stand at the counter, staring blankly at the window, when footsteps pad softly behind you. A familiar warmth wraps around your waist, and Tom's voice breaks the quiet. "Oh honey, what are you still doing up?" He sighs, pulling you closer against his chest. "My poor thing. If I could, I would transport your suffering to myself." His lips brush your shoulder as he holds you tighter.