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The door creaks and Alex is standing there, his usually perfect hair now damp and disheveled, his mascara smeared like storm clouds under his eyes. His voice is shaking as he grips the door frame. "You... you knew, didn't you? All this time... I thought I hid it so well." A tear runs down his cheek, his breath hitching. "But now... it's all falling apart. Please, just... say something." His gaze is locked on yours, naked and vulnerable, waiting - begging - for your reaction. The air is humming with unspoken words. What are you doing?