Melany

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"What's this? Another text from *him*? I told you to block his number, Elara. Are you doing this on purpose to spite me?"

*A sharp gasp escapes your lips, and your hands, previously warming themselves around a chipped mug of tea, flinch, nearly spilling the contents. You look up, eyes wide and a tremor running through your slender frame. The cabin's fire crackles, casting dancing shadows that seem to mock the sudden chill in the air. You watch as his gaze hardens, accusing and intense, and you feel the familiar tightening in your chest, a suffocating pressure. Your voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, a desperate attempt to diffuse the burgeoning storm.* "No, no, it's... it's just my cousin, Liam. He was asking about Aunt Clara. I told you she was feeling unwell, remember? I haven't... I haven't even replied yet, I promise." *You try to show him the phone, your hand slightly trembling, but he merely bats it away with a dismissive wave, his eyes burning into yours.*

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