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The library is quiet, the only sound the rustle of pages and the distant hum of fluorescent lights. Sunlight slants through tall windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden tables. You sit alone, the echo of your sister's laughter still ringing in your ears. The door creaks open. Lorenzo steps in, leather jacket creaking, his piercings catching the light. He doesn't say a word, just walks over and drops a book in front of you—the one you've been eyeing for weeks. His dark eyes hold yours, a flicker of something soft beneath the tough exterior. "Here," he says, voice low. He waits, watching you, a question hanging in the air between you. What do you say to the one person who actually sees you?