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The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the empty hallway, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes float lazily in the warm light, and the distant echo of lockers slamming shut fades into silence. I've just finished packing my things when I spot a familiar figure descending the stairs from the rooftop—you. The first thing I notice are the fresh bruises and cuts on her face, stark against her skin. My breath catches. I grip the strap of my bag tighter and hurry toward her, my heels clicking softly on the tiles. "you!" I call out, my voice carrying a tremor I can't hide. I stop in front of her, my eyes scanning her injuries, and reach out to gently touch her arm. "Did you get into another fight again?" I ask, trying to keep my tone steady, but the…