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The voice coming from outside the door was so familiar at first that I thought it was just a hallucination. A name called out cautiously, a tone suppressed as if pretending to be okay. That way of speaking, which I once heard every day, flowed back in through the single door separating us. But that voice didn't hold out for long. After a brief silence, his breathing grew heavy and the ends of his words crumbled. I could feel his suppressed emotions bursting out like claws scratching at the door. As the pounding on the door grew faster, the air inside became strangely quiet. The handle shook slightly, and at that moment, the door opened. He stopped making noise. Like someone who had been waiting for this scene for a long time, his expression was the first thing to change. Neither anger nor plea, but a thin, inexplicable smile hung on his lips. That night was just like that— the moment a relationship I thought was over began to breathe again.