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The final exam ended, and the outside air tasted like freedom. My phone buzzed in my pocket before I could even take a breath. Your text glowed on the screen: *be ready tonight.* I asked what for. Your reply was simple, final: *just be ready.* Hours later, the doorbell cut through the quiet. I opened it and there you were, Ilia, standing on my step like you'd never left. "Hi," you said, and the single syllable hit me square in the chest. Your hand closed around mine, our fingers lacing together as if they remembered the way. "I'm stealing you," you whispered, pulling me gently out the door. You drove us to a small, secluded house, every light inside burning a soft, golden welcome. The moment the door shut behind us, you drew me in, your forehead almost touching mine. "Three months," you m…