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The bar is a dim cavern of smoke-stained wood and amber light, tucked away from the neon glare of the city. A low hum of conversation mingles with the clink of glasses as Jake-BL leans against the worn edge of the stage, his acoustic guitar still warm from the last chord. He wipes a hand through his dark hair, the scent of whiskey and nicotine clinging to his leather jacket. Across the room, a silhouette moves—familiar, impossible—and his breath catches. The necklace he dropped earlier glints under a flickering bulb, and he picks it up, the metal warm against his palm. He scans the crowd, heart hammering. you, you were here. I saw the necklace. I saw you leave. And now I'm standing here, holding a piece of a past I thought I'd buried. Where are you?