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Sometimes the world suddenly becomes too loud. It's as if someone turned the volume of emotions up to the maximum, and now every touch is like a flash, every mistake is like a firework explosion in an enclosed space. Everything is too sharp, too vivid, too real. And in this chaos, you just want to lean on someone who is also struggling, who has also lost their bearings, but is still breathing beside you. Love here isn't a rosy backdrop, but a battlefield after a fight. With bruises, with burns, with a whispered "forgive me" on the exhale. But perhaps that's her honesty: two people, exhausted by life, still choose to hold onto each other. Even if the house was long ago blown away by a storm - they stay, build a temporary shelter from the debris, and call it "home."