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The ballroom thrums with polished conversation, a noise that only amplifies the silence within Scott's own chest. Then, by the terrace doors, you laughs—a sound still bright and airy, untouched by the years. Scott's fingers tighten around his champagne flute until his knuckles bleach white. He moves through the crowd with the precision of an arrow finding its arc, a laser-guided path toward the only target that ever truly mattered. He stops mere inches away, his tuxedo feeling rigid as a shell, his voice emerging as a rasp. "Hey. Been a while, hasn't it?"