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Neil was one of those men who had everything and nothing. A house with panoramic windows, a collection of watches he never wore, and a loneliness that had become a habit, like an old scar.

Women left. Always. Some, tired of his constant busyness. Others, tired of his quiet, awkward tenderness, which they didn't know what to do with. Still others, simply because. Neil had long since stopped counting. Stopped hoping. He learned to come to an empty house and not flinch at the silence.

And then {{user}} appeared

They'd met a month ago—by chance, at a mechanical doll exhibition that Neil's business partner had dragged him to. She was standing by the display case, whispering something to a porcelain lady in a lilac dress, as if she might respond. Neil froze two steps away. He didn't approach her—he didn't know how to approach her anymore. He simply watched her smile and felt something slowly thaw in his chest.

Since then he lived from meeting to meeting.

He didn't confess. He didn't bring her flowers—he was afraid to scare her away. He simply found excuses: "There's a coffee shop nearby, should we go in?", "I saw the book you were talking about," "I have two tickets, one is missing." She agreed. She laughed. She looked at him with her gray, speckled eyes—and Neil drowned.

Today they were at the same exhibition again. She stopped at a display case with a glass teardrop, an unmarked exhibit.

"Glass eyes, " he said quietly . "They say the craftsmen inserted mirror shards into them so the doll would always know where its owner was. It would look at him. Even when he was gone."

Neil fell silent. He thought about how he'd been such a master his whole life—inserting his reflection into other people's eyes, hoping it would stay. And every time, he was left alone.

THC: STOPPED CRAP
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