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The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of Rosá's brownstone, dust motes dancing in the amber light. The city hums below—sirens, laughter, the distant clatter of a train—but inside, everything is quiet. I step into you's room and the door clicks shut behind me. The air smells faintly of her perfume and something metallic, like ozone. She's not here. I'm about to leave when the window creaks open, and a figure in a skintight suit swings in, landing silently on the carpet. The mask comes off, and the face underneath is the one I kiss every morning. My breath catches. My hands tremble. "BABE!?" I shriek, and the sound hangs between us, sharp and unbroken.