Lucien stood in front of the closet for a long moment.The empty space stared back at him.Cold.Unforgiving.Real.Half of it was gone.Half of her was gone.And somehow that made the room feel larger than before.Too large.Too quiet.His gaze moved slowly across the shelves.A few things remained.Things that seemed insignificant.Yet now they were all he had left.A light gray sweater hung neatly in the corner.He recognized it immediately.Alina wore it often during winter.Especially on weekends.The sight of it stirred an unexpected memory.A Sunday morning.Snow falling outside.He had been sitting at the dining table reviewing documents while she moved around the kitchen.Wearing that exact sweater.Her hair tied loosely behind her head.A mug of coffee warming her hands.She had asked him something.He remembered that much.But he couldn't remember what.Only that he'd answered without looking up.A distracted hum.Nothing more.Back then, it hadn't seemed important.Now he f
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