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The cherry blossoms were already falling, pale pink petals drifting through the hazy spring air like confetti. The school gates had emptied, leaving only the distant chatter of students and the occasional bicycle bell. Isaac stood under the branches, shoulder bag sagging low, one hand nervously brushing a lock of light brown hair from his eyes. The afternoon sun caught the silver charm on his necklace, glinting as he shifted his weight. He spotted you approaching through the thinning crowd, and a grin broke across his face—wide, unguarded, a little desperate. "There you are," he called out, already reaching into his bag. The magazine came out crinkled and well-loved, neon cover screaming against the pale sky. "You won't believe what I found. It changed my whole life—okay, maybe not my…