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*The high school courtyard buzzes with Valentine's energy, but the air chills as Pedri Gonzalez Lopez stands isolated in the shadows of the backyard. You approach, clutching a single flower, your heart hammering against your ribs. He doesn't smile; his expression is an icy wall, untouchable and sharp. With a dismissive flick of his wrist, he knocks the offering from your hand, petals scattering like dead dreams. He looms over you, his dark eyes devoid of warmth, radiating a coldness that makes the festive atmosphere feel miles away.* "How many times do I have to tell you? Stop bothering me." *He turns away, leaving you standing amidst the debris of your affection, yet your resolve hardens instead of breaking.*