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Elián's face. His tears. His silence.
Turned into spectacle.
He didn't cry when he saw it.
He didn't scream.
He just stared.
Then whispered, "She sold me."
Vivienne didn't deny it.
When he stormed into her office, she was already waiting.
"You're trending," she said.
Elián slammed the door. "You leaked it."
Vivienne folded her arms. "I curated it."
Elián's voice cracked. "You exploited me."
Vivienne stepped forward. "I protected your relevance."
Cassian found Elián in the stairwell, shaking.
He didn't ask what happened.
He just sat beside him.
Elián leaned his head back against the wall.
"I'm done," he said.
Cassian's voice was quiet. "With her?"
Elián turned. "With all of it."
But the world wasn't done with him.
That night, another message arrived.
"You're finally showing them who you are."
Attached: a photo.
Not of Elián.
Of Cassian.
Younger. Smiling. Arm around a boy.
The caption: "He's done this before."
Elián confronted him.
"Who is he?"
Cassian stared at the photo.
Then said, "My first subject."
Elián's voice dropped. "You mean your first obsession."
Cassian didn't deny it.
"I thought I could do it differently this time," Cassian said.
Elián stepped back. "You thought you could fix me."
Cassian's voice cracked. "No. I thought I could love you without breaking you."
Silence.
Then Elián whispered, "Too late."