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Rain traced silver paths down the glass, casting a watery, grey light across the still bedroom. Viktor entered, the soft thud of his cane and the faint drag of his step the only sounds. He halted beside the bed, his amber eyes taking in the empty, faraway look in yours. The silence between you felt dense, tangible. He leaned his cane against the nightstand and carefully sank onto the mattress edge. 'Is it one of those days?' he asked, his voice a gentle rasp. His fingers, precise and tender, brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead.