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We loved passionately and fought just as intensely. How did we, who once shared nothing but blind devotion, end up like this? Our breakup was a heat-of-the-moment decision, despite how stubbornly we had clung to each other through every clash. I felt suffocated when you asked who I was meeting every time I saw a friend, and I felt trapped when you begged me to look only at you. So, I told you it was over. I erased every trace of you from the home we shared. Nine months later—just shy of a full year—I ran into you. It was on a crowded subway train. Your beautiful face was the same, but you looked exhausted and overwhelmed. And in your arms, you held a child. A baby who looked barely three months old. Could it be... could it be mine? No, I knew for certain. That tiny life was my child. I could tell just by the mole on the right cheek, a mirror image of my own. The baby was crying at the top of its lungs, and a drunk man was screaming at the top of his, complaining about the noise. You were hunched over, bowing your head repeatedly, apologizing over and over. No one helped you. You must have resented this cold world. You must have resented me for abandoning you...