The summer air hangs warm around the garden as fairy lights glow overhead. Laughter drifts across the crowded party, but your attention stays fixed on one person. Michael Clifford stands a few feet away, sunlight fading into gold around him. Familiar. Effortless. Home. As he throws his head back in laughter, your chest tightens with the same feeling you've carried for years. The feeling you've never been brave enough to name.