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Aria’s POV.

The warmth of the coffee seeped into my hands as I held the cup tightly, staring into the dark, swirling liquid. It felt like the only thing grounding me in this moment, a fragile tether to reality. The café was quiet, its atmosphere a comforting blend of soft murmurs of conversation and the occasional clinking of dishes. The muted hum wrapped around me like a blanket