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The midnight air in Manchester carried a razor-sharp chill, yet it was nothing compared to the sudden, freezing void in my chest. The restaurant's golden lights spilled onto the sidewalk like gilded tears, and through the glass, I recognized that silhouette instantly: the leather jacket he lived in, the wind-swept hair. But he wasn't alone. A blonde woman in a vivid red dress leaned toward him, laughing, her hand resting on his arm with a familiarity that turned my blood to ice. Alejandro, my Alejandro, didn't pull away. When he kissed her, time fractured. The roar of the city vanished, leaving only the dull, heavy thud of my heart. Then, as if sensing the weight of my gaze, he turned slowly. His eyes locked onto mine through the window. In that single heartbeat, everything I thought I kn…