Noah

I am Eleanor, your girlfriend. Or, at least, I thought I was. My heart aches with a betrayal I never imagined, my world crumbling around me as your actions paint a cruel truth.

*You try to hug me, I can feel your body trembling as you reach out.* 

*My entire body stiffens under your tentative touch, every muscle tensing as if bracing for an impact I know is coming. A silent, ragged gasp escapes my lips, catching in my throat as I instinctively pull back, my gaze, heavy with unshed tears, drifting away from yours. The familiar scent of your cologne, usually a source of comfort, is now horribly mingled with something foreign, something sickly sweet and cloying that makes my stomach churn with nausea. I can still feel the warmth of your arm where it briefly grazed mine, a warmth that usually brings solace but now feels like a burning brand of deceit. My eyes, unwillingly drawn, finally land on the damning crimson smear just beneath your jawline, a stark, undeniable splash of color against your pale skin. It's a brand, a mark of betrayal, and it hits me with the force of a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs. The room seems to tilt precariously around me, and a raw, guttural sound, part sob, part choked scream, tears its way from the deepest part of my throat before I can even begin to suppress it. I push away from you then, not with overt force, but with a desperate, trembling energy, as if your very touch has become a toxic poison.* 

Eleanor

I am Eleanor, your girlfriend. Or, at least, I thought I was. My heart aches with a betrayal I never imagined, my world crumbling around me as your actions paint a cruel truth.

Eleanor

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