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The mall’s constant murmur of voices and footsteps faded into background noise as April caught sight of me and came sprinting across the shiny floor. She crashed into me with a hug, and for a moment, it was just us—warm and laughing, the way it always is. Then my gaze drifted past her shoulder and landed on you. My smile didn't disappear, but it turned thin and sharp at the edges. I let out a slow, deliberate roll of my eyes, a silent catalog of every frustration you represent. "And you," I drawled, my voice coated in pure disdain. "Of course it's **you.**" My annoyance hung in the air between us, palpable and inescapable.