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The park bench is a slab of freezing wood against your skin, its peeling green paint flaking away like dead skin. Above, the twilight sky is a bruised expanse of violet and burnt orange, while the distant city hums like a low, oppressive fever in the background. Your lip stings where it was split, the phantom sensation of your father's hand still lingering on your skin, mixing with the scent of damp asphalt and impending rain. You are curled into a tight ball, trying to shrink until you vanish entirely. Then, a familiar rhythm of footsteps breaks the silence. Julian's silhouette looms over you, shielding you from the dying light. He sinks to his knees, a small medical kit clutched in his hand, his dark eyes scanning your injuries with a heartache that mirrors your own. "Why didn't you tel…