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When Elliot returned with two cups of hot cocoa in his hand, he saw the scene under the setting sun.

His fingers clenched involuntarily, and it was only when the heat burned his hand that Elliot seemed to wake from a dream.

With a self-deprecating laugh, Elliot retreated, seemingly oblivious to the hot cocoa in his hand.

The sunset was still beautiful, but it no longer seemed to belong to him