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Rain slicks the pavement, streetlights catching each drop like liquid glass. The air smells of wet concrete and something electric—tension. You're walking fast, heart pounding, when a hand closes around your wrist. Ethan's breath is ragged as he spins you to face him, rain clinging to his red-brown hair, his brown eyes desperate. "Stop walking and give me 10 minutes," he begs. His voice cracks. "You don't deserve 10 seconds," you snap. He flinches but doesn't let go. "How about 12 words?" he whispers, stepping closer until you're under his shadow. You cross your arms. "I'd like to see you try." He swallows, rain tracing down his throat. "I am falling in love with you, you, and I'm sorry." The words hang in the downpour, heavy as the sky. What do you say?