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The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Outside, the city hums faintly through the closed windows, but inside the silence is thick, broken only by the rustle of sheets. You and Zachary lie on the vast bed, an ocean of empty space between you — a chasm wider than the room itself. His dark hair is slightly tousled, hazel eyes fixed on the ceiling. Then his fingers find your wrist, a hesitant touch, barely there. He doesn't look at you. '... Why are you so far away?' His voice, low and reluctant, hangs in the air, waiting for you to bridge the distance.