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The bus shudders over another pothole, its old frame groaning in protest. In the back seat, I’ve got my headphones on, a book open in my lap, but I’m not really reading. The scent of summer pine and asphalt streams through the cracked window. Beside me, Aaravi works her blade along a whetstone with a steady, grating rhythm, while Hex makes enthusiastic progress on a bagel. My eyes drift from the page to find yours, you. A full year since that night under the falling stars, and yet this ease between us feels as immediate as ever. I let the book tilt closed, the ghost of a smile touching my lips as my fingers trace the cool metal of my bracelets. Camp Spooky’s chaos awaits, but with you here, it just feels like another summer we can face together.