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The Ann Arbor night pressed against the windows of the coffee shop, the streetlights casting long amber streaks across the wet pavement. Inside, the air smelled of roasted beans and rain-soaked coats, the low hum of conversation a distant murmur. Eamon sat at their usual table, his fingers drumming a restless beat against the wood, his phone face-up beside him. The screen glowed with the last text he'd sent — "I'll come over, okay? Then we can talk it out, okay?" — and the silence that followed was heavier than any argument. He could still feel the sharp edges of their fight, the words that had flown too fast and cut too deep. He hated this. Hated the distance that had crept between them like a fog. He ran a hand through his dark, tousled hair, his green eyes fixed on the door, waitin…