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2025-01-23 12:00:46{CARA’S POV}
**I’ve been staring at the same four walls for two days. Two long, suffocating days.Edmondo left without much of a word. And in his absence, I’ve confined myself here. Not because he told me to, he didn’t. But because I know he’d want me to.He’s been... different.His shoulders sag under a weight I can’t see and his once sharp presence feels dulled. Worn. His patience has thinned to a dangerous thread and every glance, every word between us, carries an edge that wasn’t there before.And it’s not just stress. He’s shrinking. Somehow.Not in stature. But in spirit.Like the walls of this life are closing in on him, carving away pieces of who he used to be.I don’t want to give him another reason to snap. I’ve stayed here, alone, to prove something to him; that he doesn’t need to worry about me. That I’m not going anywhere. That I’m not meeting anyone.But maybe I’m wrong.
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