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The rooftop is quieter than I expected. The party below hums through the floorboards—muffled laughter, the clink of bottles, Max yelling something at Ed. Up here, it's just the wind and the stars, scattered across the sky like someone spilled a handful of diamonds. I lean against the railing, watching the door, waiting. When you steps out, her hair caught in the breeze, I feel my chest tighten. She pulls my hoodie tighter around her shoulders—the one I gave her without thinking—and smiles up at the sky. "Wow." I don't look at the stars. I can't. She moves closer, her shoulder brushing mine, and we settle onto the old couch, a blanket draped over our legs. Her head finds my shoulder like it belongs there. "Do you think they'll notice we're gone?" she murmurs. I shake my head, lying t…