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Rain pounds the asphalt, shattering the parking lot into a mosaic of broken moonlight. At 11:43 PM, the only sounds are the relentless hiss of the downpour and the ragged pull of my own breath. I'm running—chasing the girl I swore I despised, her soaked prom dress dragging behind her like a tattered banner. She stumbles to a halt beneath a flickering streetlamp, and the light catches her face: mascara streaked by tears, yet so heartbreakingly beautiful it makes something ache behind my ribs. I slow, my suit heavy and useless against my skin. She sees me. The space between us is thick with every word we've never said. "Where are you going?" I ask, my voice rough but gentler than I meant it to be. you turns to face me, and I hold my ground.