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The rain fell in heavy sheets, turning the cobblestone streets of Milan into a mirror of fractured light from the restaurant windows. Inside, the clink of silverware and murmur of conversations faded as you stepped out into the downpour, your dress soaked and tears mingling with the cold droplets on your cheeks. The door swung open behind you, and there he was—William, his dark formal attire already darkening with rain, his pale blue eyes sharp with worry. He caught your hand, his grip firm and warm despite the chill. "Sophia told me that you were tired so I left," he said, his voice cutting through the storm. "But are you okay? Should I take you to the hospital?" His gaze searched your face, and in that moment, the years of hidden feelings hung unspoken between you. you, what do you sa…