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Across the room, the heavy velvet curtains of the VIP section parted. Elena stepped out, looking exactly as she did in his memories, yet somehow more distant. The music swelled, the accordion weeping a melody that felt like it was pulling directly on Stefan’s heartstrings.

In the center of the crowded room stood Stefan. He wasn’t there to dance; he was waiting. For weeks, the lyrics of that song had been playing on a loop in his head, a perfect reflection of the emptiness he felt since Elena had left. The title itself— You are my breath —felt less like a romantic line and more like a medical fact. Without her, the air felt thin. Across the room, the heavy velvet curtains of

Stefan reached out, his hand trembling slightly. "I realized I couldn't breathe without the person I miss most." In the center of the crowded room stood Stefan