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Liam’s POV

I sat at the edge of the bed—cold now, unfamiliar. My breath was ragged. Something inside me was missing. Something more than just her physical presence. Something I couldn’t name… but it felt like a gaping hole torn wide open in my chest.

It felt… suffocating.

As if the world had shrunk, and time had come to a halt. As if all sound had vanished—even Noah’s footsteps in the living room no longer reached my ears.

For the first time in my life, I truly felt alone.

My hand gripped the corner of the wrinkled bedsheet, as if hoping some trace of Sienna’s scent might still linger. But there was nothing. Only silence and regret.

This room, which once held the fragments of our shared lives, had now become a silent witness to all the unspoken words, to wounds left unhealed for too long.

I turned toward the empty side of the bed.

The side where she used to lie, sometimes with her back to me in anger, other times staring in silence when we didn’t know what to say.

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