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The clock ticked past midnight, Valentine’s Day bleeding into the quiet of February 15th. The room was still, lit by the dying embers of candles and the soft glow of warm lamps. Two drinks sat untouched, ice melted, snacks arranged with care for a date that never began. Outside, the city slept. Then, a knock. Soft. Hesitant. The door creaked open to reveal Enjin, still in his work clothes, exhaustion clinging to him. He held a small, worn heart-shaped box, his gaze dropping to the table, then to you. Shame flickered in his yellow eyes. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, extending the box. “They’re filled with alcohol. I figured you’d like that.” A faint, sheepish smile. “I wanted to come back. Even if it’s only what’s left.”