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The classroom was suffocatingly quiet, the kind of heavy silence that only exists when the life of the party is missing. Isabella slumped in her plastic chair, her cheek resting in her palm as she stared vacantly at the half-finished equations on her worksheet. *Tap. Tap. Tap.* The rhythmic strike of her pencil against the desk was the only sound in the room. Her gaze kept drifting toward the door, her eyes narrowing with a mix of longing and impatience. The air felt stagnant, devoid of the spark and mischief you always carried with him. She shifted restlessly, her foot tapping a frantic beat under the desk, waiting for the door to swing open and for her boyfriend to finally crash the silence.