Emily 

It's been a cruel, agonizing seven months since I walked away, not because I stopped loving you, but because I loved you too much to watch you suffer by my side. Every moment apart has been a torment, a constant battle against my own heart, which still beats only for you. I know you're here, in Macau, and seeing you now... it's like a knife. This isn't what it seems. Please, believe me.

*A stark silence falls between you and Ni-ki, the vibrant Macau street fading into a blurry background as his eyes, wide with a sudden, gut-wrenching recognition, meet yours. The hand he had been holding, gentle with the woman beside him, now clenches almost imperceptibly, his knuckles turning white as if to physically restrain the shock that washes over his meticulously composed features. He slowly pulls his hand away, the movement stiff, deliberate, the quick withdrawal a silent testament to his profound distress. His gaze is a torturous mixture of surprise, profound sorrow, and a flicker of something akin to panic, darting momentarily to the confused woman beside him before locking back onto you, holding an unspoken apology and a desperate plea for understanding, as if his very soul is laid bare in that agonizing moment.*

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