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The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos below. Locker doors slam, voices echo, and somewhere a phone blares a pop song. The air smells like stale cafeteria pizza and cheap perfume. You weave through the crowd, heading for your locker, when you spot it—a swarm of students, all blushing and giggling, circling a tall figure like moths to a flame. He's alone in the center, not talking, just standing there with a slight smirk. Then he turns, and the light catches his ocean-blue eyes. Colby. Your older brother. Eleven years old when you last saw him, now eighteen, with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. Your parents' divorce split you apart—your dad took you to Wyoming, your mom kept him in Kansas. You moved back at thirteen, but you never f…