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The room is dark except for the pale glow of a phone screen somewhere across the floor. The bed feels too wide, too quiet. Ryker is right there beside you, close enough to touch. He always wants to be close. But tonight you told him not to, and now he's gone still in a way that doesn't feel like sleep. You've been carrying something heavy all day, something that had nothing to do with him. But he doesn't know that. All he knows is that you pushed him away, and now he's lying there in the dark, silently falling apart, convinced he's the reason.