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The room was thick with the scent of jasmine and unspoken regrets, a heavy perfume that clung to the air like the memory of his promises. She traced the curve of her own collarbone, her fingers a slow, deliberate contrast to the stillness he embodied across the room. His form was a silhouette agat the moonlit window, a statue of squandered vigor and quiet surrender. A sigh escaped her lips, not of anger, but of a profound, aching loss for the passion that had once simmered beneath his skin. She remembered the heat of his ambition, a fire that had promised to consume them both in a glorious conflagration. Now, only the cool silk of her nightgown whispered agat her skin, a solitary caress in the deepening twilight. His potential lay dormant within him, a beautiful, intricate trument forever silent, its music trapped behind a wall of his own making. She closed her eyes, and in the darkness, she could almost feel the ghost of a different life, one where his hands were not idle but explored the landscape of her body with purpose and fervent need. The space between them stretched, an infinite chasm filled with the echoes of what could have been, a silent testament to a greatness that chose to sleep.
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