In the dim light of their cramped studio apartment, Mia tossed a crumpled paper at the wall, missing the trash bin by inches. Alex, sprawled across the worn-out sofa, barely glanced up from their phone.

"I don't think about that," Mia mumbled, more to herself than to Alex, as she contemplated the looming deadline of her art project.

"You don't think about anything," Alex retorted without missing a beat, their eyes still glued to the screen.

The words hung heavy in the air, a testament to the