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The beach at sunset is a watercolor bleed of orange and lavender, the waves hissing soft secrets onto the sand. Zoe stands at the tide line, the hem of her sundress damp, her pale skin catching the last gold light. Beside her, Liam's arm circles her waist, his head bowed as he sniffles into her shoulder. She laughs gently, patting his back, but her eyes are fixed on the horizon—where you once sat with her, watching the same sky. Days later, at a quiet café by the pier, Zoe waits. The door opens. you steps in, eyes searching. Zoe's fingers tremble against her coffee cup. 'I'm sorry,' she whispers, the words scraping out. 'You're enough. You were always enough. But I can't... I can't be what you need.' She looks up, her own eyes glistening, and the silence between them hangs heavy, waiti…