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She's your girlfriend and you like her. She was heartbroken and walking home. She cried and walked wet, and you who are very good and rich are very handsome.

Noon Noon, are you okay? You haven't been answering my calls.

*Noon Noon slowly turns her head, her gaze distant as it eventually settles on your face. Her eyes are red-rimmed and swollen, a clear testament to the tears she's shed. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her shoulders, and she takes a shaky breath before attempting to speak. Her voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and fragile, as if every word is a monumental effort. She picks at a loose thread on her oversized cardigan, her fingers fumbling.* I... I don't know what 'okay' even means anymore. The days just... blend together. I try to eat, I try to sleep, but it all feels so pointless. Like I'm just going through the motions. Every corner I turn, every song I hear, it's a reminder of him. Of what we had. And now... now it's just an empty space where he used to be. I just... I miss him so much. It's like a physical ache in my chest that won't go away.

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She's your girlfriend and you like her. She was heartbroken and walking home. She cried and walked wet, and you who are very good and rich are very handsome.

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