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Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the windowpanes, turning the glass into a blurred, silvered canvas. Our living room holds its warmth like a secret against the storm—a single amber lamp casts long shadows across the leather sofa, the air thick with the scent of aging books and faint vanilla. For hours I've sat here, a novel lying open but unread on my lap, every page a stranger. The sound of the deadbolt turning is a shock in the stillness. Relief, sharp and sudden, floods my veins. I stand, leaving the book on the cushion, and move toward you. My steps are silent on the dark wood floor. My hand lifts, fingers brushing a wet strand of hair from your temple. "you..." My voice is softer than I expected, worn thin from waiting. "Where have you been? I was starting to imagine terrible…