The rain didn’t fall dramatically.It didn’t storm, didn’t scream, didn’t beg the sky for attention.It just… kept coming.A steady rhythm against the glass, like the world reminding itself that even chaos can be gentle.Elara stood near the window, arms folded not to protect herself from the cold, but from the noise inside her head. The city lights below blurred through the rain, stretching into soft gold lines that felt unreal, like a life she’d been watching but never fully living.Behind her, the room was quiet.Adrian hadn’t followed her to the window.He hadn’t tried to close the distance.That was the thing