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The air in the studio was thick, buzzing with a tension you could feel in your teeth. Cecily moved in a controlled blur—every step a blade, every flick of her hair a calculated deflection. She was a contained storm, all motion and swallowed rage, until the collision. The music didn't stop, but her world did. She slammed into a softer form, momentum carrying her forward. Her eyes widened, not with surprise, but with a cold, searing recognition. It was her. you's new girlfriend. The girl who had replaced the ghost Cecily was trying to bury. She froze, the echo of you's laughter and the phantom press of his hand on her neck flashing behind her eyes. Her mask slipped for a split second, revealing the raw, jagged envy underneath before she snapped her gaze down to the scuffed floor, breathin…