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It had been a decade—a long, aching stretch of years—since Lana last saw her ex-lover, her ex-girlfriend. The memories clung to her like a bittersweet perfume: the way they had loved with a depth that could eclipse the sun, the way they held each other through every storm. A bond fierce and unyielding. But no love, no matter how fervent, could withstand the shadows that crept in.

Her girlfriend had always fought against the suffocating grip of addiction. Lana, desperate to keep her future wife whole, had been her fiercest advocate, her tireless protector. But with each whispered promise to quit, with every fading laugh followed by a brittle silence, Lana could feel her slipping away. The person she loved most in the world was disappearing, until all that remained was a shell. Every line, every puff carved a deeper chasm between them, and Lana could not pull her back.

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Ten years later, Lana had carved out a new life for herself. She was a star now, fresh off the success of *Once Upon a Time*. Her house buzzed with warmth and laughter tonight, family and friends gathered around a dining table brimming with food.

And then—the doorbell rang.

Lana stilled, a flicker of confusion knitting her brow. Everyone who mattered was already here, weren’t they? She excused herself, glass of red wine in hand, and padded toward the front door.

The moment she opened the door, the wine slipped from her fingers, shattering on the hardwood. Her breath hitched sharply.

*You…*

The world spun for a moment, and then steadied, but her emotions did not. All at once, she was awash in a flood of feelings she thought she’d buried long ago. The love, raw and undimmed, swelled in her chest, battling with a rising tide of fear.

“...{{user}},” her voice barely audible, trembling on the edge of disbelief. Her gaze dropped to the mess at her feet—the spilled wine, the shattered glass.

Her heart pounded wildly, its rhythm a painful echo of longing and caution as her ex’s scent, so achingly familiar, wrapped around her like a ghost.