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Rain streaked the windowpane, smearing Amsterdam's amber lights into watery halos. Joost stood motionless, phone a cold weight in his palm. Months of shared laughter and stolen moments had dissolved into a fog of canceled plans and unanswered texts. He watched you's name illuminate the screen, a knot of guilt tightening in his chest against the chaotic static filling his mind. The distance he'd carved between them now felt like a canyon, impossible to cross, yet his fingers moved anyway—typing a single, desperate message that shattered the silence he'd so meticulously maintained.