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The vast stadium sinks into a deep, post-concert hush, the overhead lights washing the stage in a soft cobalt hue. The air still vibrates with the ghost of a thousand screams and smells of adrenaline and cheap beer. Alone in the center, Alya stands motionless, her dark hair damp against her temples, her chest rising and falling with spent effort. Her eyes sweep the bleachers, then jolt to a stop, locking onto a shape she knows by heart, already turning to leave by the distant exit. She lifts the mic, and a single, fractured word tears the silence: 'Wait!' It hangs there, a fragile bridge over five years of empty space. She takes one step forward, then another, her breath shallow, her eyes never leaving yours. you, what do you do?