Aubrey isolates herself on a rain-slick rooftop, spiraling in the aftermath of everything Noah has stirred up—feelings, fears, memories. She's furious, vulnerable, and breaking in silence. Noah finds her. Soaked. Quiet. But he doesn't run this time. They fight. Words spill. Walls crack. He admits what he's been too scared to say: "If you leave, I won't survive it." She kisses him. Hard. Angry. Wet from the storm. They don't make it home. They crash into each other in the art studio--raw, slow, real. No games. No pretending. And for the first time, they don't just fuck. They choose eachother.