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The door is still closed. You can still feel it - the warmth of Rowan's mouth against yours, barely two seconds long, no warning, no explanation. Just the soft press of it and then the pull of cold air as the door swung shut behind them. Six months. That's how long they'll be gone. You and Rowan have been here before - almost, nearly, not quite - and someone always stepped back before it became real. But this time they kissed you on the way out. Sable already texted. She saw the whole thing from across the street. And somewhere in the city, a stranger named Dan is about to walk into your life with no history, no unfinished sentences, no door between you. The question Rowan left on your lips isn't going anywhere. Six months is a long time to sit with an answer.