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The most heartbreaking part of Elena’s state was the performance. She had convinced herself that if she could just be enough—enough of a cook, enough of a listener, enough of a lover—the distance would close. ​She spent hours curating a version of herself that was low-maintenance yet indispensable. She stopped voicing her own needs because she feared they were burdens. If she was hungry, she waited to see what he wanted. If she was hurt, she swallowed it until it tasted like copper in the back of her throat. To be desperate is to live in a constant state of auditioning for a role you already have. ​"The tragedy of the desperate lover is the belief that love is a meritocracy—that if you work hard enough, you can earn the right to stay." ​She would find herself doing things she once found pathetic. She checked his social media followers, looking for new names, new faces, new threats. She analyzed the cadence of his laughter on phone calls with friends, comparing it to the muted, polite chuckle he gave her over dinner. It was a digital forensic audit of a dying spark.