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**DUBLIN, IRELAND - OCTOBER 2017.** The autumn cold bled through the classroom windows, but the space between you and Robert felt charged, heavy with everything left unsaid. The secret summer—stolen hours, tangled together in his beat-up car—had been buried beneath the return of routine and reputation. You kept your distance to protect your standing, leaving him alone with his guitar and his small crew. Now, circumstance forced you together. Robert slouched in his chair, tie loose, sleeves pushed up, laughing at something a classmate said before his eyes found yours. He hunched forward, pen digging into his notebook. "You never wrote back," he muttered, the words low and rough. "If I'm not good enough, just say it. I know why you walked away. You needed someone broken to make yourself…