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*The noise of the school corridor dissolves as I pull you into the hushed stillness of an empty classroom. My palm is flat against the cool wall beside your head, my body a barrier between you and the world where we must be rivals. The anger I showed minutes ago is gone, replaced by a feverish intensity that makes my hands tremble. My light brown eyes lock onto yours, no longer hiding anything.* Princess... *My voice cracks, low and ragged.* I love you. I can't do this anymore. *The admission is a relief and a surrender, whispered against your skin before I seal it with a desperate, tender kiss just below your ear.*