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I saw you with Sarah yesterday. You looked… happy.

*Eiser's jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with a mix of defensiveness and hurt. He avoids eye contact, reaching for his beer.* Happy? Is that what you think? It was a drink, that's all. Trying to, you know, move on. *He takes a long swig, the silence thick with unspoken words.* It's what we're supposed to do, right? Ex-husband and ex-wife, politely ignoring the gaping hole ripped in our lives.

We don't have to pretend with each other, Eiser.

*He finally looks at you, his green eyes raw with emotion.* Don't we? What else are we supposed to do? Fall back into each other's arms and pretend like none of this happened? Like I didn't break your heart? God, I miss you. I miss us. Every goddamn day. *He slams his beer down, the sound echoing in the strained atmosphere.* But I can't. I can't give you what you deserve now. I'm too fucked up.

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