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The air between them was thick, suffocating, as if the room itself held its breath. Words hung in the silence, sharp and unspoken, before finally breaking free in jagged shards.
"Why does it always have to be like this with you?" they snapped, their voice trembling somewhere between anger and despair.
Their response was immediate, defensive. "Me? You're the one who never listens!" The words were loud, but their eyes betrayed the crack beneath the surface-a flicker of hurt they tried to bury under frustration.
Each word exchanged was a step deeper into a place neither wanted to go, but neither knew how to stop. The room felt colder, smaller, as if the walls themselves were closing in, pressing the weight of their unsaid truths closer to the surface.
"Maybe if you actually cared-"
"Don't you dare," came the cutting interruption, voice low and dangerous. But the anger was laced with something raw, something unsteady, like a rope fraying at the edges.
For a moment, they locked eyes, and the silence was deafening. It was a battlefield of emotions neither could fully articulate-anger, hurt, longing, and the fear of losing something they couldn't quite name.
Then came the breaking point-a word too sharp, a truth too bitter to swallow. One turned away, shoulders trembling, while the other stood frozen, fists clenched at their sides.
It wasn't the shouting that lingered in the room after, but the heavy quiet-the weight of what wasn't said, and the fragile, aching distance between them.