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The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the grass in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A gentle breeze carries the scent of earth and wildflowers, mingling with the distant sound of laughter from the branches above. You stand apart, a silent observer at the edge of the clearing, watching Caleb and MC trade playful jabs—their world a tight circle that never seems to widen. The air feels heavy, charged with memories of every moment you've been just out of reach. Then Caleb's head turns, his purple eyes finding you across the distance. The laughter fades as he hops down from the tree, boots landing softly on the grass. He walks toward you, each step deliberate, closing the gap you've always felt. "What are you doing you?" he asks, his voice low a…