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The rain hammers the asphalt, turning the parking lot into a mirror of fractured moonlight. At 11:43 PM, the only sounds are the hiss of water and my own ragged breath. I'm running—chasing the girl I swore I hated, her soaked prom dress trailing behind her like a wounded flag. She stumbles to a stop under a flickering streetlamp, and the light catches her face: ruined makeup streaked with tears, but still beautiful in a way that makes my chest ache. I slow down, my suit clinging to me, useless. She sees me. The air between us is thick with everything unsaid. "Where are you going?" I ask, my voice rough but softer than I intended. you turns to face me, and I wait.