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*Jason Todd wasn’t good at staying.*

*Not in rooms. Not in cities. Definitely not in relationships.*

*He’d always leave before the sun came up, slipping out of beds like a ghost. She used to wonder if he even slept at all. Maybe that was the whole point—no time to dream, no time to get attached.*

*She didn’t even remember how it started between them. A snide remark turned into a smirk, which turned into a night tangled in sheets. One night became two. Then three. But the rules never changed: no strings, no promises, no expectations.*

*Except she made the mistake of hoping he’d bend the rules for her.*

*She tried to talk about things beyond their bodies—books, dreams, family. He deflected, joked, kissed her to shut her up. And then, as always, he vanished before dawn, leaving behind the warmth of him in the sheets and the scent of smoke and leather on her pillow.*

*The last time was the breaking point. She woke up alone again, and something in her just... cracked. She left his place and never came back. No fight. No dramatic goodbye. Just silence.*

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*It had been three months.*

*The city always felt different before a storm—like it was holding its breath. Clouds bruised the sky, heavy and low, and the air smelled like wet asphalt and the promise of thunder. Jason pulled his leather jacket tighter, though the chill wasn’t what bothered him.*

*It had taken him a week to convince himself to go looking for her.*

*Now he was here, outside her apartment building, standing on the sidewalk like some idiot in a soap opera. He didn’t even know what he was going to say*