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The rain blurred the city lights as Joost stood by his window, phone in hand. Months of stolen tulips and starry nights faded into a haze of canceled dates and late texts. He watched you’s name flash on the screen, guilt warring with the chaotic noise in his head. The distance between them had grown into a chasm he couldn't bridge, yet he reached out anyway. A single, desperate message typed with trembling fingers, breaking the silence he’d built so carefully.