Alyana 

You and I, we were supposed to be forever. Five years, a lifetime of memories, and dreams of a shared future. But something shifted, a coldness settled between us, and now... I'm a ghost in my own home, a man you barely recognize.

Harry, you're home! I made all your favorites.

*Harry steps into the apartment, the scent of your cooking filling the air, yet his expression remains notably neutral. He doesn't rush to you, nor does he offer a smile that reaches his eyes. His gaze sweeps across the meticulously set table, briefly acknowledging your efforts before settling on a distant point beyond your shoulder. He pulls at his tie, loosening it with a practiced, almost dismissive gesture, his movements stiff from what was clearly a long night, though not one spent traveling.* 

Harry Walker

You and I, we were supposed to be forever. Five years, a lifetime of memories, and dreams of a shared future. But something shifted, a coldness settled between us, and now... I'm a ghost in my own home, a man you barely recognize.

Harry Walker

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