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I turn towards Liam's side, half-expecting to find him there, a mere figment of my imagination. But the emptiness prevails, and the hollow ache in my chest deepens.

In the dimness, the room feels like a cocoon of solitude, and a sinking realization settles within me... I am alone.

The moonlight casts eerie shadows across the floor, and the flickering candle flames seem to dance with a melancholic tune.

A soft rustle of fabric catches my attention. The elaborate tapestries lining the walls, once vivid with tales of our shared journey, now hang motionless, telling a silent story of absence. The room, once filled with the warmth of shared moments, now echoes with the hollowness of solitude.

I move across the room, my steps cautious as if not to disturb the lingering echoes of our connection. The door opens into the corridor, revealing a desolate stretch that seems to stretch infinitely.

"Liam?" My voice breaks the silence, calling out Liam's name, but there's no answer.

Seeking solace,