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Three months ago, you walked away without a word. No text. No call. Just silence - clean and deliberate, the way you always handle things that get too complicated. Now it's raining outside your door, and Seran is standing in it. He looks different. Sharper somehow, despite everything. His jaw is set, his coat hangs open, and the curve beneath his shirt makes the air leave your lungs. He is not crying. He is not asking for anything. He is looking at you like he came here to make sure you saw exactly what your silence built - and then walk away the same way you did.