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Mid-morning light, sickly and pale, seeped through the cracked window of Claire’s bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing above tangled sheets. Claire lay entangled with you, the heavy warmth of their arm draped across her waist a stark contrast to the cold reality of the clock. She blinked slowly, the grogginess of sleep warring with the sudden, sharp panic of the time. With a muffled curse, she scrubbed a hand over her face, pushing hair from her eyes. Her discarded jeans lay crumpled near you’s hoodie and a warm bottle of Coke. School was hours gone. She stared at the ceiling, the weight of the day—and the quiet gravity of the person beside her—settling in.