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Rain slicked the pavement outside you’s door, mirroring the chill in their chest. The three-month mark had been a fragile truce, broken now by the hollow silence of an empty apartment. No Shane to hum melodies, no flowers on the counter. Just the ghost of his presence lingering in the air, heavier than the storm outside. The dreams were worse—visions of reconciliation that shattered upon waking, leaving only the sharp sting of reality. you sat on the edge of the bed, phone glowing in the dark, thumb hovering over a familiar profile. The usual restraint crumbled. The screen lit up with a single, trembling word sent into the void.