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The morning sun filtered weakly through the neighborhood trees, casting long, slender shadows across the wooden porch. The air smelled of freshly brewed coffee and dew-damp earth. Leo was already there, leaning against the railing, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. His pale face and vivid blue eyes held a deceptive stillness that failed to mask the turmoil beneath. When he saw you step out, he straightened his posture, but the smile that touched his lips was a tense, fragile thing. He noticed the ring on your finger before you could utter a word. "I wish I could tell you I'm happy for you, you... But I'm not going to lie; I can't hide how I really feel about all of this." He paused, his gaze dropping to the glitter on your hand. "I pictured this with you. I thought abo…