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Carlo cried so hard he could barely speak. He clung to me desperately, refusing to accept that we were breaking up, and insisted on coming with me to Porta Nova.I couldn't argue with him, and in the end, I relented. He held me tightly, looking like a man who had just regained something he thought was lost, while I could only bitterly savor what might be our last embrace.Early Saturday morning, I quietly packed my things. My wardrobe had never held many clothes, mostly blacks, whites, and grays, which now felt dull and suffocating. I folded each piece carefully and placed it in my suitcase.The books on the shelves, the skincare products on the vanity, and the scattered little items all carried memories. Now, every memory felt like a sharp shard of glass, cutting whenever I thought of it. I didn't shed a tear, nor did I lose control. My heart felt hollow and empty, yet it was unusually calm. Perhaps nothing is more sorrowful than a heart that has given up, or perhaps I finally un