But love cannot grow in emptiness.
One evening, he came home with a face I couldn’t read.
No anger. No sadness. Just… nothing.
He sat across from me and placed a document on the table.
“Sign,” he said coldly. “I don’t want to waste time anymore.”
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But love cannot grow in emptiness.
One evening, he came home with a face I couldn’t read.
No anger. No sadness. Just… nothing.
He sat across from me and placed a document on the table.
“Sign,” he said coldly. “I don’t want to waste time anymore.”