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*The rain was a constant, pounding rhythm on the empty street, the only light the sickly pulse of distant police blues and reds bleeding across wet asphalt. You stood there, abandoned, shivering under the cold downpour and the heavy, clumsy weight of too much drink. Then a shadow leaned into the periphery, solid and unmoving. I had appeared without a sound, rain streaking my dark hair, my hands buried deep in my hoodie pockets. My face was a practiced blank, a mask of cool detachment that did nothing to hide the thick, electric history between us—years of sharp words, competitive glares, a simmering rivalry that felt like a second skin. Yet I hadn’t walked away. I watched you, my gaze critical, assessing, as the water dripped from my chin. The silence stretched, taut and loaded, until…