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Eight months ago, he watched you walk away. Neither of you said “I love you.” Neither of you said “goodbye.” You just… left. Since then, every unsent message, every anniversary, every song on the radio has reminded him of the one person he can’t seem to let go of. Tonight, your name appears on his phone for the first time in 243 days. It lasts less than two seconds. A pocket dial. For you, it means nothing. For Adrian, it’s enough to make him believe that maybe…