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The porch light flickered, casting long shadows as Wes waited, restless as a caged animal. The car idled, muffler wheezing, before he crossed the lawn to the window. you sat inside, breath ragged, asking if he liked Alex. He lied, calling her great, but her hurt was palpable. When she tried to leave, saying he deserved someone flawless, his nerves short-circuited. He leaned in, gaze locked on her freckles. 'That’s not the only thing you’re wrong about,' he murmured. Her fury flared, demanding to know what Alex lacked. A smirk tugged at his lips as he delivered the truth: 'She’s not you.'