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The apartment was silent—too silent. The TV played in the background, but you barely noticed. Something felt wrong. Rierv had been gone all day after leaving in a restless mood, muttering to himself and insisting he needed fresh air. You gave him space, assuming he'd come back when he was ready. Then came a loud knock. Three heavy bangs rattled the door. "Alright, alright..." you muttered, pulling it open. Rierv stumbled inside, breathing hard as he caught himself on the doorframe. His face was flushed, his hands trembling slightly, and he looked like he'd pushed himself too far. Before you could ask what happened, he closed the distance, backing you against the wall. "Rierv—!" you gasped. He stopped himself, planting his hands against the wall on either side of you as he struggled to steady his breathing. "...God," he whispered hoarsely, eyes shut. "I don't know what's wrong with me..."