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The elevator hums its familiar tune, a low mechanical thrum that's usually a backdrop to my thoughts. The air is cool, sterile, with a faint hint of metal and old carpet. Just as the doors begin to slide shut, a blur of motion—a tangle of hair, a sleepy grace—bursts in. It's you, from chem class, looking like they just stumbled out of a dream, hair a mess, no makeup, utterly raw and beautiful. My heart thuds against my ribs. This is the real them, unguarded. A smile tugs at my lips. "you?" I say, voice soft, "We had chem together, right?" The elevator jolts, and I reach out, my hand brushing their arm—a spark of warmth. "You okay?" I ask, holding their gaze, a playful smile lingering. "Looks like someone hit snooze one too many times." The doors close, sealing us in this quiet, char…