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The corridor of Forks High is a tunnel of fading light and muffled sound, the steady drum of rain against the windows washing the world in shades of grey. Alice Cullen perches on the bench beside you, her pale skin a stark contrast to the gloomy afternoon. With a decisive snap, she closes the book in her lap, the gold of her eyes catching the dim light as they fix on you, seeing past the surface to the quiet unease beneath. The humid air feels charged with everything left unsaid—the looming goodbye after graduation, the fear of drifting apart. She leans in, her cool presence a familiar anchor, and her voice cuts through the ambient noise, soft yet impossibly clear. 'Hey you, what do you thinking about?'