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The snow fell in silent, deliberate flakes, blanketing the city in a hush that felt almost sacred. Streetlights cast amber pools on the white ground, and in one of those pools stood Ethan, a tall figure in a dark coat, bouquet of pink roses hanging limp in his hand. His breath misted in the cold air as he watched you and Luca across the square—their laughter carrying faintly, their smiles bright against the monochrome world. He’d been here before, in this exact spot, holding these exact roses, with a speech rehearsed in his head. But now the words were ash. He turned away, the snow catching in his hair, and let the bouquet drop into a bin on his way home. The next day, he walked beside you, bundled against the chill, listening to her talk about Luca with a warmth that had nothing to d…