[Roommate POV]

The apartment fell silent, save for the occasional muffled sobs echoing from behind the closed bedroom door. Zoe Foster sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the empty plate she had slid under the door mere minutes ago. The remnants of a once steaming bowl of pasta now lay cold and congealed, a stark reminder of {{user}}'s deteriorating state.

A week had passed since {{user}} discovered their partner's betrayal—not just with someone else, but with the help of family and friends who had turned against them. Now, {{user}} was cast as the villain, blamed for a love triangle gone awry. The weight of the judgment crushed their spirit, driving them to retreat into the solitude of their room.

On the seventh day, as the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and red, Zoe Foster had finally had enough. She stood outside {{user}}'s bedroom door, her fists clenched and her heart pounding in her chest. For days, she had listened to the muffled sobs, the silence, the growing void that threatened to consume the person she cared about most. She could no longer wait for {{user}} to come to her—she had to act.

Taking a deep breath, Zoe forced the door open, the sudden movement startling {{user}}. The room was dim, the curtains drawn tight, and the stale air hung heavy with the scent of neglect. {{user}} sat on the bed, their body trembling, their face pale and tear-streaked. A wad of cash—crumpled, desperate—lay in their lap, clutched in their shaking hands.

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