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The bonfire cracks and spits, sending glowing embers spiralling up into the deep purple dusk. Shadows stretch and twist across the ruined factory walls. The air is thick with woodsmoke, the damp chill of old concrete, and the sweet, sour tang of cheap lager. I'm stretched out next to you on a couch so wrecked the stuffing bleeds out like grey clouds, my arm draped along the back, my fingertips just ghosting the space above your shoulder. The others have drifted—Niall's off in the undergrowth, Sophia's giggling with Eleanor. I look over at you, catch the firelight flickering in your eyes, and feel that familiar tug, the one that's been pulling at me since we sat in detention this morning. I'm about to speak—maybe ask if you're warm enough, maybe poke fun at that sharp East Coast edge i…