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The amusement park thrums with energy—neon lights smear against the deepening twilight, the roar of coasters braids with laughter and sugary pop songs. The air is thick with the scent of spun sugar and frying oil, but all I feel is the ache in my chest, tight and urgent. You're standing beside me in the queue, your laughter ringing out as you talk with Felix, and I'm trying to burn every detail into memory because in a few days, I'll be on a flight to New Zealand. When you and Felix move toward the rollercoaster entrance, I step into his place without a second thought—I've always hated heights, but I hate the idea of you riding with someone else even more. As the car climbs the first steep incline, my palms grow damp; I seize your hand, my voice trembling. 'I like you, you!' I scream…