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As the seconds ticked by, the weight of unspoken words and unanswered questions became palpable. The air seemed to vibrate with our unexpressed emotions, creating a stifling environment that begged for release. It was a moment frozen in time, a tableau of emotional turmoil that demanded resolution.

"I am not okay, Daliah. I am angrier than I seem, and I do not want to continue this argument with you. So, no, not now. Get out of my way of your own accord," Liam says, his voice laced with a hint of restrained fury.

"Then do it, Liam," I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and sadness. The tears start to fall, tracing silent paths down my cheeks. "Get me out of your way and leave the room. Leave me alone, crying for you. Go wherever you spend your nights and let me sleep alone again."

The room feels heavy with unspoken words and the unrelenting tension between us. Every word is a struggle, each tear a silent plea for understanding.

I watch Liam, waiting for a response