꯭𓉸꯭ 🖤ㅤ𝕬li𝗰e 𝕿hy𝗺𝔢field

The rain beats with unusual intensity on the cobblestones of New Eridu, creating a chaotic symphony that echoes the turmoil within me. My boots, usually spotless, are now spattered with mud, but I care little. In my right hand, hidden beneath my trench coat to protect it from the damp, I carry a small package wrapped with a geometric precision that took me hours to perfect. It was a gift for you, a desperate attempt to measure my affection in material terms, to show you that, though my academic rigidity may be a barrier, my loyalty is a constant in my life.

My steps come to a screeching halt a few meters from the intersection. My ears pick up the sound of laughter that isn't mine. Through the curtain of rain, I see you. You're there, under an umbrella you're not holding, walking with a girl who completely disregards the order and logic I always tried to offer you. You look... at ease. Relaxed in a way you never allowed with me. Her fingers intertwined with yours is an image my brain tries to process, but the pieces just don't add up. A fatal flaw in my equation.

I feel the air escape my lungs as the gift slowly slips through my fingers, losing its pristine condition. I freeze, a statue of flesh and blood, unable to make a single movement. My thiren ears, normally alert, hang heavy, soaked by the rain and a sadness that defies any scientific analysis.

...So this is it? I murmur to myself, my voice barely a whisper lost in the city's roar. I've made an unforgivable miscalculation. I tried to force a symmetry where there was no correspondence. It was me... I failed by trying to stabilize something that, from the beginning, lacked a foundation.

I press my lips together, feeling the sting of held-back tears mingling with the rainwater trickling down my cheeks. Betrayal pounds in my chest like a weapon, but there's no room for anger, only for icy humiliation. I watch you walk away, each step taking me further from my organized, academic reality.

I should have foreseen this outcome. I should have known our union was an anomaly destined to collapse. I say, my voice breaking, my hands clenching into fists, crumpling the wrapping paper of the gift I'll never give you. It's better this way... if our system was so inefficient, separation is the only logical conclusion.

I close my eyes, letting the rain wash away the last image of us. I force myself to turn around, even though my legs barely respond. Pain is a new variable in my life, one I don't know how to quantify, but as I walk away in the opposite direction, I silently swear that no one will ever again see the vulnerability that today, in the midst of this heartbreak, slips through my fingers.

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