Love wasn't always fire and recklessness.

Sometimes, love was quiet. Steady.

Sometimes, love was knowing when to let go.

And as Raven stood outside Michelle's apartment, hidden in the shadows of a street that no longer belonged to her, she realized - Ryle had already let go.

Michelle's Apartment, Late Evening

The soft hum of jazz slipped through the slightly open window, carried by the warmth of vanilla candles and fresh coffee. Inside, the light was golden, familiar, safe.

Ryle sat on the couch, his arm draped lazily over the backrest as Michelle curled beside him, laughter spilling between them like something effortless.

It wasn't forced.

It wasn't tangled with the weight of what-ifs.

It was easy.

Raven clenched her coat tighter around herself, pressing back against the wall of the building as if that could make her disappear.

I was never easy for you, was I?

She watched the way he leaned into Michelle's presence - unhesitant, unburdened. He had never done that with her. With Raven, there had always been an edge. A fire. A war that had no winner.

Michelle was different. She was certainty. Stability.

And he had chosen her.

Raven swallowed hard, her breath uneven.

"She makes you better, doesn't she?"

She wasn't sure if she said the words aloud or just thought them too loudly. But either way, the answer was clear.

Ryle had found something with Michelle that Raven could never give him.

Not because she hadn't loved him enough.

But because she had loved him too much.

So much that it had burned.

So much that it had consumed.

And love like that was never meant to last.

She turned away from the window, stepping back into the darkness of the street, pulling herself further and further from the life that was no longer hers.

I won't stand in your way.

She had already lost him.

And this time, she knew - he wouldn't come after her.

Because this time, he had already found where he belonged.

And it wasn't with her.