Vienna’s POV"Vienna! You’re back!"The cheerful voice came from somewhere in front of me. A customer near the counter, maybe one of the regulars."Oh, look! It’s Vienna!" another voice called out, followed by a ripple of murmurs and warm greetings.For a second, I tried to respond. To smile. To be the Vienna they remembered. But the sound of their voices felt distant, muffled, like I was underwater. My chest tightened, my breath came too fast.The bakery’s familiar hum suddenly felt too loud, too bright, too much.My eyes stung. I blinked hard, forcing a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "H-hi," I managed to whisper, waving vaguely at no one in particular.I couldn’t even see their faces—just shapes and colors through the haze of tears. The air felt thick, my pulse wild.I turned sharply and pushed past the line of customers, murmuring apologies as I hurried toward the back.When I finally shoved through the kitchen doors, the noise faded behind me. My vision blurred co
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