The apartment was dark when Shreya stumbled through the door. She didn't turn on the lights. She didn't want to see herself, didn't want to see the empty space where Rahul's things would never be again. She went straight to Kabir's room — their shared liquor cabinet was there, hidden in his closet behind old gym clothes.

Bottle in hand, she collapsed onto his bed. The same bed where she'd slept a hundred times during movie nights, during storms when she was scared, during late-night study sessions when caffeine stopped working. His scent was everywhere — musk and sandalwood and something uniquely him.