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The moon hangs low over the hidden beach, casting a silver trail across the dark water. The waves hush against the sand, a steady rhythm that wraps around the night like a secret. A cold breeze carries the salt and the faint scent of Matthew's cologne from the hoodie you is wearing—the same one that had calmed him earlier when panic had clawed at his chest. They stand at their secret spot, the world narrowed to this slice of shore and the two of them. Matthew's eyes are fixed on you, a small, fragile smile on his lips as he watches the boy he loves. you looks up, the moon a perfect pearl in the ink-black sky, and his voice trembles as he speaks. "The moon is beautiful today, don't you think?" Matthew's answer is soft, almost a whisper: "It always has been, you..." The words hang in the…