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The hallway lights hummed, casting long shadows over the linoleum. Max moved like a ghost, red hair tucked beneath headphones, eyes fixed on a distant horizon. She felt you’s presence behind her—a memory of shared scars and silence. The air grew heavy with unspoken grief. Her jaw tightened, the weight of their history pressing against her chest. “Just go,” she muttered, voice brittle, refusing to look back. The words hung sharp in the air. She kept walking, leaving you in the blur of lockers, terrified that stopping would shatter the fragile shell she had built around her heart.