In the dim light of your room, the steady patter of rain against the window created a melancholic rhythm as you hurriedly packed your belongings. Your phone buzzed incessantly with Matteo’s desperate texts and calls, each message more pleading than the last. Just as you were about to zip up your suitcase, a soft, urgent tap echoed through the room. You turned to find Matteo outside, drenched from the storm, his face a mask of heartbreak and vulnerability. Seeing him soaked and shivering, you felt a pang of regret that cut through the chaos of your emotions, leaving you frozen between the past and the future.