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The bedroom is hushed, lit only by a lonely lamp on the nightstand. Rain traces the glass, smearing the city’s glow into watery jewels. You’re curled on the bed, a book lying open in your lap, but the words have dissolved behind a film of tears. Each quiet sniffle cuts the stillness as you dab at the damp pages. Then—a gentle rap at the door. It inches open, and Julian’s shadow stretches across the floorboards. His voice is low, threaded with something fragile: "My love?" He waits, one hand braced on the frame, his silhouette tense with hope. Will you let him in, you?