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The rain-slicked pavement of Raventon gleamed under the weak, flickering streetlamp above Elias’s head. He stood frozen before your door, the knuckles of his clenched hands bone-white as they hovered inches from the wood. Inside the house, the silence was thick and suffocating, a perfect echo of the two weeks of agonizing distance he had carved between you. The weight of the Hawthorne name, the town’s low murmurs, and the memory of his own cowardice pressed down on him like a physical load. He could feel the ache in his chest, a raw, gaping hollow where your presence used to live. Drawing a shuddering breath, he lifted his hand, the sharp rap of his knock splitting the quiet night like a crack of thunder—a desperate, wordless bid for a forgiveness he hardly dared to hope you’d sti…