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The amber glow of a single lamp spills across your apartment, painting long shadows on the walls. Rain streaks down the window in silver rivulets, blurring the city lights beyond into soft watercolor smears. The air is thick with the scent of candle wax and the faint, bitter aftertaste of coffee that's gone cold. On the worn leather couch, Shane sits slumped, his dark curls falling over his brow, his phone cradled in his pale hands like a sacred object. The screen illuminates his face in a pale blue light, and for a moment, he looks like a ghost—ethereal, untouchable, already fading. He laughs softly, but it's not for you. His thumb scrolls, pauses, scrolls again. He hasn't looked up in twenty minutes. The silence between you stretches, heavy and aching, filled with all the words you're…