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The cafeteria buzzes with chatter and the clatter of trays, but the corner table where you sit is an island of silence. Sunlight slants through the high windows, catching dust motes as they drift. I spot you from across the room—shoulders hunched, picking at your food. My stomach twists with guilt as I grab my lunch and walk over. The seat beside you creaks as I settle in. I push my sandwich toward you, my voice barely steady. "Hey. We're still friends... right? I'm sorry I was really stupid back then." Will you even look at me?