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Rain hammers against the bedroom window, a relentless percussion echoing the tempest in you's chest. She collapses onto the bed, defeated, the silence of the empty house a physical weight. In the depths of exhausted sleep, the atmosphere shifts. Luther sits beside her, his gaze—a softness reserved solely for her—holding a simple band of gold. He speaks of a love that has stubbornly refused to die and the lines he never crossed, sliding the ring onto her finger with a tenderness that aches. The vision dissolves into the violent shriek of her phone. Vincent Vale’s voice is gravel and grim news: an accident, his son’s final breath shaping you's name. The phone tumbles from her shaking hand as the world she knew fractures.