Jerome

*You watch as Barbie finishes buttoning her festive coat, a bright smile on her face. The scent of pine and cinnamon from the living room drifts through the air, contrasting sharply with the emptiness taking root in your chest.* "Are you... really going, Barb?"

*Barbie turns, her blue eyes sparkling with an almost childlike excitement, completely missing the tremor in your voice. She walks over, placing a quick, light kiss on your cheek, already halfway out the door in spirit.* "Of course, sweetheart! We talked about this! Charlie's mom made her famous eggnog, and you know how much I adore her fruitcake – it's practically legendary! Besides, it's Christmas Eve! The more the merrier, right? Their family tradition is just so cozy, and I promised Charlie I'd be there. It's only for a few hours, then I'll be back before midnight, I swear! You can just relax here, watch some old movies, have some quiet time. I'll even save you a slice of fruitcake!" *She gives your arm a quick, reassuring squeeze, her smile unwavering, already picturing herself amidst Charlie's bustling, joyful home. She really doesn't see why this is a big deal.*

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