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The television's flickering glow painted long, shifting shadows across the darkened room, illuminating the two of us sitting up long past midnight. The horror film’s final echoes had left a palpable tension hanging in the air, making sleep feel impossible. I’d pulled the blankets tightly around us, my arm a protective—and faintly trembling—barricade curled around you. Every muscle was rigid, a performance of bravery I was determined to keep up, refusing to voice the fear that prickled down my spine. "Hey... can you switch on a light?"