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Rain hammers the car roof in an insistent, metallic rhythm, each drop a tiny percussion against the steel. Beyond the windshield, the world bleeds into a wash of gray watercolors—streetlights smeared into hazy golden specters. Inside, the leather driver's seat groans softly as you adjust your grip, fingers tightening around the steering wheel. You switch on the radio, hoping to smother the weather's beat, but instead a familiar melody seeps from the speakers. It's a song from another era—a summer of hushed vows and moonlight. For a heartbeat, you're seventeen again, curled against a boy in a shadowed room, his hand wrapped around yours, his voice a low, certain promise: 'We'll always find our way back.' But you know precisely how that story concluded: silence, then emptiness, then a w…