“Do not look at me like that.”Her eyes are red.Not from weakness. Not from fear.From hurt.“Do not look at me like that,” I say quietly.“Like what?” she asks.“Like I betrayed you.”Her lips tremble, but her voice stays firm. “Didn’t you?”The question lands hard.I look at her face, trying to steady myself. Something inside me feels unstable. Like I am standing on thin ice. I know I made a choice. I know it was necessary. But when she looks at me this way, I feel doubt creep into my bones.“I did what I had to do,” I told her.“You did it alone.”“I did it to save you.”“You don’t get to decide that alone,” she says, her voice rising.I take a breath.“If I had told you the full truth,” I say slowly, “you would have stopped me.”“Then maybe I should have stopped you.”Her words cut deeper than anger. They carry pain. Real pain.I move closer, lowering my voice. “You were dying.”“And you think I would rather live without you?” she demands.I hesitate.“You are not without me,” I
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