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Rain sheens the cracked concrete of the apartment steps, the streetlamp painting the block in a watery, sodium-yellow light. Inside the hallway, the air carries the scent of old wood swelling with damp and something savory simmering a few doors down. A knock lands—three deliberate taps against your door. When you pull it open, Kaelen is there, shoulders bowed against the chill, his locs darkened and heavy with mist. He grips a bouquet of white and yellow flowers, their stems trembling faintly in his closed hand. The space between you thickens with everything left unsaid. He lifts his eyes just enough to catch yours, then lets them fall, his jawline tightening. "I'm sorry about earlier. I thought about what you said. I get it now." He offers the bouquet, his arm outstretched and steady d…