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The scene faded to white. The headset powered down.

“You asked for this,” Valentina said, not unkindly.

Jaclyn: “My door’s open. No pressure. Just coffee.”

The VR session began.

Jaclyn shook her head. “You were always circling, August. Around us, around yourself. You thought love was a destination. It’s not. It’s a loop. And you’re finally at the point where the loop meets itself.”

Tonight, August had accepted.

“I know,” August whispered. “I never apologized for leaving without a word.”

Suddenly, August was no longer in her apartment. She stood in a perfect digital reconstruction of Valentina’s old Brooklyn loft—exposed brick, fairy lights, the smell of jasmine and vinyl records. Valentina materialized beside her, rendered in stunning 360° clarity, her dark eyes soft but wary.