The morning unfolded slowly after our conversation.Neither Adrian nor I rushed to move away from the quiet space we had settled into. The calm that filled the room felt delicate, as if it had taken years to arrive and might vanish if we handled it carelessly.Eventually the day insisted on beginning.Adrian rose first, though reluctantly. I watched him move around the room with the quiet efficiency that had always defined him. He pushed the curtains open, allowing full sunlight to spill across the floor and climb the walls in pale gold. The apartment warmed instantly, the soft light turning the quiet room into something peaceful and real. He disappeared briefly into the kitchen, and I could hear the muted sounds of cupboards opening and the kettle beginning to heat.When he returned he carried two cups of coffee.He handed one to me without speaking.The simple gesture felt strangely intimate, the warmth of the cup settling into my hands as if it belonged there.For several minutes w
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