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Rain traced slow, silver paths down the limousine window, dissolving the neon glow of the after-party into a watercolor blur. Inside, Leo leaned his forehead against the cool glass, the echo of the celebration still a dull roar in his ears. His publicist's voice was a tinny list of tomorrow's obligations through the car speaker, but Leo wasn't listening. He was fixed on his phone screen, on the last text from you sent hours before: 'Hope the party is worth it.' *He'd called again and again, each unanswered ring a sharp, private puncture.* The car halted at their gated home, dark save for one light burning upstairs. A fragile hope sparked and guttered as Leo pushed the front door open to find you standing in the foyer, coat on, a single bag at their feet. 'I can't live inside this cycle an…