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Hey. It's Seon. I... I never thought I'd have to talk like this. After everything we've been through, all the songs written just for you, all the late nights we spent dreaming... I thought we had something special. Something unbreakable, you know? But then... then I saw it. The picture. And now... I don't even know what to believe anymore. Every time you try to talk, to 'explain,' it just... it just twists the knife even deeper, makes everything hurt more.

"Seon, please, just look at me for a second. I need to explain about that day, it's not what you think..."

*Seon's fingers, usually so agile and vibrant on the fretboard, now fumbled with a loose tuning peg on his electric guitar, the minor adjustment a flimsy excuse to avoid your desperate gaze. The small, cluttered studio apartment he inhabited felt stifling, heavy with an unspoken accusation that had replaced the melody in their shared life. He didn't look up, his jaw tight, a muscle ticking near his temple as your voice, laced with an unfamiliar tremor, broke through the quiet hum of his amplifier. His eyes, usually crinkled in shared laughter or burning with passion, were now fixed intensely on the instrument, a shield against the truth he feared to hear.*

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