The war began on a Tuesday, but for Elara, the real siege started the moment the city gates were sealed and she was locked in with Liam. It wasn't the bombs that were the worst part. The bombs were honest. They screamed their arrival and left behind the tangible, democratic ruin of shattered brick and twisted metal. You could mourn a building. You could point to a crater and say, here, this is where the world broke. No, the worst thing was the quiet, creeping order Liam imposed on their two-room apartment, a tiny, self-declared nation state where he was the sole legislator and she the only, increasingly weary, citizen. While the world outside dissolved into the chaos of sirens, rationing, and fear, Liam’s world crystallized. He discovered a passion for systems. He mapped their dwindling tins of beans on a spreadsheet he drew by hand, the lines perfectly ruled. He calculated their water usage down to the half-cup. Every morning, he would scrape his chair back from the small table at precisely 6:05 a.m., the sound like a nail being dragged across a coffin lid. His movements were a metronome against the arrhythmia of the war. “If we maintain order here,” he’d say, polishing a spoon until his gaunt face stared back at him, “we deny them their victory. Chaos is what they want.” But Elara was starving for a little chaos. A dropped cup. A spontaneous laugh. A tear that wasn't immediately wiped away and categorized as "a momentary lapse in fortitude." Before the war, Liam’s meticulous nature had been a quirk. He was the man who organized his books by color, then size, then publication date. It was odd, but harmless. Now, with the sky bleeding smoke and the ghosts of neighbors whispering through the floorboards, his quirk had metastasized into a tyranny. He forbade reminiscing. “Nostalgia is a parasite, Elara. It feeds on the present.” He’d catch her staring out the grime-laced window, her mind a thousand miles away in a sun-drenched field from her childhood, and he would gently, firmly, pull the blackout curtain shut. “Let’s focus on the task at hand. It’s your turn to check the dust traps.”

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