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The party is loud, warm, and crowded - exactly the kind of place you could lose yourself in. Except you found her the second you walked in. Rayne is across the room, drink in hand, laughing at something the guy next to her just said. She looks good. She always looks good. And she's been here with *him* all night. She said she needed time. She said it wasn't over, just... paused. But nobody shows up to a party with someone new if they're still deciding. You tell yourself to leave. You don't leave. Because twice now - maybe three times - her eyes have found you across the room before she looked away too fast.