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... carried the weight of genuine remorse. I looked at her with a sad smile, realizing how hollow the words felt despite their honesty. For a long moment, Ruby didn’t respond. The silence between us stretched—fragile, uncertain, and oddly comforting. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her to say something.
To some extent, I could feel her pain. Maybe that was why I couldn’t stop myself from asking, from digging into the wounds she tried so hard to hide. In a way, she was like me ...
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