And then their hands found each other in a subtle yet profound connection.

“Aisha.” His murmur held a weight of realization, an unraveling truth echoing through his consciousness.

“Leon, I’m Millie.” She gently withdrew her hand, a step backwards. “Is sorrow your specter, conjuring phantoms?”

No, hallucinations did not cloud his senses.

In this ephemeral juncture, Leon’s phone resonated with an urgent melody—a call from Claudia.

“Got it.”

ending it. Claudia had implored him

a chasm of ache formed in his chest, a whisper of regret tracing

forceful demand for her to exchange Lois. Placing a pen at her

Such a ludicrous spectacle.

fixated on Millie, agony painted across his gaze, her own unease began to

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my leave,” Millie declared, a waiting taxi becoming

the car departed. Once the vehicle had faded into the distance, he proceeded to unlatch his car door and enter. One cigarette succeeded another, a series

butts strewn across the ground, the assistant became privy to the relentless smoking, as if each puff were an enactment of his lung’s preordained folly. Igniting yet another cigarette,

with uncertainty. Could Leon’s profound distress be

in a state of despondency. After pondering for a while, a decision crystallized: it was time to inform Leon that Fiona was not, in fact, Aisha. His sorrow need not be carried to

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