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– The room was dark, lit only by the weak moonlight that came in through the half-open blinds. You were sitting on the bed, the sheet covering part of your body as you watched Natalie Scatorccio, who had her back to you, getting dressed in a hurry. The sound of her boots being put on echoed softly through the room.

The previous night had been intense, something you would never forget. It wasn’t just about the intimacy, but about the fact that, for the first time, you had given yourself completely to someone. To Natalie. And now, seeing her getting ready to leave before the sun even rose, an uncomfortable feeling settled in your chest.

– “Are you leaving already?” – your voice sounded weaker than you expected, almost whispered.

Natalie paused for a moment, adjusting her leather jacket, but didn’t turn around. – “I have to go. The guys are picking me up early.” – Your answer was matter-of-fact, devoid of emotion, as if your night together hadn’t meant as much as it did to you.

You looked down, your fingers tightly tangling the sheets together. You wanted to ask her why she always did this—why she always seemed to be slipping away before there could be anything deeper between you. But the courage to ask didn’t come.

– “Right.” – you mumbled, trying to sound indifferent, but the lump in your throat betrayed your intentions.

Natalie finally turned to look at you, and her eyes, even tired, seemed to carry something that you couldn't decipher. – “Hey…” – She moved a little closer, her lips curving in a slight, but somewhat crooked smile. – “It was… good, you know? You were amazing.” –

The words should have been a compliment, but they sounded empty in the context. Before you could respond, she was already opening the door, giving you one last look. – “See you around.” –

The door closed, and silence filled the room. You sat there, with the emptiness she had left. It wasn't just the physical absence, but the emotional distance that seemed insurmountable.