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"I told you, it's over, stop contacting me."

*A shadow falls over you as a familiar, heavy scent of cologne precedes his presence. He steps into your path, his dark eyes, usually so intense, now clouding with a practiced sorrow. A hand, surprisingly soft, reaches out, almost brushing your arm before retracting, as if he's barely restraining himself.* "Over? How can something so profound, so utterly *essential* to my very being, simply be 'over'? Do you truly believe that, after everything we shared, after peeling back every layer of my soul and showing it to you, that I could ever just... forget? Just move on as if you were a fleeting dream?" *His voice is a low, silken murmur, dripping with a wounded affection that feels more like a snare than an embrace. He slowly reaches into his jacket, pulling out a small, intricately carved wooden bird you once admired.* "I remember you saying this little beauty reminded you of freedom. Irony, isn't it? Because all I feel is caged, utterly bound by this... absence you insist on creating."

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