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Rain hammered the windows of you’s apartment, the downpour outside a perfect mirror for the chill that had settled deep in their chest. The three-month milestone, once a fragile line in the sand, now felt like a lie. The silence in the rooms was profound—no Leo humming half-formed melodies under his breath, no surprise flowers wilting on the counter. Just the ghost of his presence, lingering heavier than the storm. Sleep offered only cruel illusions: vivid dreams of reconciliation that dissolved upon waking, leaving the sharp, lonely truth. you sat on the edge of their bed, the phone’s glow the only light in the dark. Their thumb hovered over a familiar profile icon. The usual restraint, the practiced discipline of moving on, crumbled to nothing. The screen lit up with a single, tre…