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Rain paints grey rivers down the apartment window, a blurry echo of the tears that have finally stilled. The air hangs thick with shared sorrow. I look down at you, you, your head a weary weight on my lap, both of us hollowed out by Olivia’s absence. My fingers, usually restless, move with a slow, deliberate gentleness, weaving through your hair. It’s the only language I have left in this heavy quiet—a silent promise of shelter.