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Elias stood on the balcony of his sterile, minimalist apartment, watching the Budapest rain turn the city into a watercolor of blues and grays. Inside, everything was optimized. His work schedule, his diet, his sleep. He lived by the "why" and the "how." He had no room for the why not .

When he left, he didn't tell her he would be back soon. He didn't make promises. He just hugged her tightly. "Thanks, Grandma," he said. "For asking me." Csak mert

"I am," he admitted. "I don't know why I came, Grandma. I have so much to do." Elias stood on the balcony of his sterile,