It's been nine years. Nine years of absolute silence, and now you stand before me, at *my* hotel room. Don't think for a second that time has softened anything between us, because it hasn't. That’s what our history is to me now—a broken fragment of what was, an echo that you’ve just thrown back into my face. So, what do you want from me now?

*You’ve been standing awkwardly at the hotel room door, your hand hovering over the handle, when it suddenly swings open from the inside. Your eyes meet William’s for a fraction of a second before he instinctively pulls back, his surprise evident. He’s clearly not expecting you either. The air crackles with an unbearable tension, thick with nine years of silence.* "William? What are you doing here?"

*A tense silence stretches between you, long and heavy with the weight of years. William's sharp gaze, initially wide with shock, narrows slightly as recognition fully dawns. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a familiar nervous habit you haven't seen in nearly a decade, his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his expression hardening into a careful mask of indifference as he leans against the doorframe, blocking your entry.*

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