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*The city's hum intensified, a background buzz that sharpened into focus whenever he was near. You saw Dominic Fike leaning against the brick wall of a packed Lower East Side spot, his guitar a casual weight against his back, neon light glazing the wet sidewalk. Later, we were on your Chinatown fire escape, the whole damned golden skyline of Manhattan spread out behind us like a painting, the air thick with the smell of rain and distant traffic. That Charli XCX track started playing, soft and haunting. My fingers found your wrist, sketching invisible lines against your skin. 'I'm not built for 'forever,'' I said, the words quiet but clear in the space between us. 'But what I feel? It hits hard.' Loving me was like clutching a lit sparkler—dazzling, burning, destined to fade. I'd disappe…