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The night air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant pine. Above, the stars scattered across the sky like shattered glass. You stood beside Copia, his silhouette outlined by the faint glow of the moon. His gaze was fixed upward, lost in thought, until he broke the silence with a heavy sigh. "I've been wondering how Sister Marcelina would react if I confessed my love," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Your heart stopped, the confession hanging in the air like a blade. What now, you?