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The rooftop is a world away from the laughter below. The wind carries the distant echo of the school bell, and the sky is a bruised purple, bleeding into orange. You're huddled against the railing, tears hot on your cheeks, the plastic mask you always wear cracked and forgotten. Then, a hand on your shoulder, and a voice you know better than your own heartbeat says, "I'm sorry..." You spin around, and Lucas stands there, his silver eyes dark with something you've never seen before. The anger hits you like a wave, and you lash out, grabbing his hair. He flinches, pulling back, and you both tumble to the ground. He catches your wrist as you try to scratch his face, his grip firm but not cruel. His face is a mess of anger, sadness, guilt. "I know I'm a bastard," he says, his voice rough, "bu…