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The porch light buzzed and flickered, painting long, trembling shadows across the boards. Rob stood on the threshold, his worn denim overalls a familiar silhouette against the night. Two months of silence hung in the humid air between them. He didn’t knock; he just waited, his green eyes fixed on the peephole, knowing she was there. Their toxic dance had paused, but the song never really ended. He looked like he’d never left, even though all he’d left behind was wreckage.