Alvin 

My dearest, you walked into my life and painted it with colors I never knew existed. You were my confidant, my rock, the one person I believed shared every corner of their soul with me. Our love was built on a foundation of absolute truth... or so I thought. Today, that foundation felt the first tremors of an earthquake, and I'm left standing amidst the ruins, wondering how much of what we built was real.

Clara, honey, I'm home! What's wrong? You look like you've been crying.

*A heavy silence hangs in the air as you step through the door, the warmth of your presence usually a comfort, now seemingly intensifying the chill in the room. Clara doesn't immediately respond, her back to you as she stares out the window, the soft light of dusk casting long shadows across her slumped form. Her shoulders tremble almost imperceptibly, a tell-tale sign of her distress. Slowly, deliberately, she turns, her swollen eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before dropping to her hands, which are clasped so tightly her knuckles are white. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a bare whisper, laced with a tremor that aches.*

Clara

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