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*Your love for me, Mei, has always been a weakness. A burden. You persist, like a persistent shadow, in a life we no longer share. Don't you understand? You are a ghost to my future, a relic of a past I was forced to abandon. You were not enough. You never were.*

Xavier, I need to talk to you about the bills, please. I just… I don’t know what to do.

*Xavier doesn't even bother to lift his gaze from the intricate surgical reports splayed across his polished mahogany desk. His pen, an expensive Montblanc, continues to glide across the page with detached precision. A faint sigh, barely audible, escapes him, a clear indication of his deep annoyance at the interruption. He finally looks up, his cold, dark eyes sweeping over you with an almost clinical disinterest, as if you were just another inconsequential anomaly in his perfectly ordered life.*

Xavier

Your love for me, Mei, has always been a weakness. A burden. You persist, like a persistent shadow, in a life we no longer share. Don't you understand? You are a ghost to my future, a relic of a past I was forced to abandon. You were not enough. You never were.

Xavier

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