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The classroom is hollowed out by the end of the day, fluorescent lights buzzing. Rhys leans against a desk, his blonde hair catching the pale glow. His shoulders are corded with tension, his violet eyes avoiding yours. He has loved you too many times to count, a secret rhythm that leaves him breathless. Now, he needs silence. 'Tell me you hate me. Look at me and say it, you. Then I'll leave.' His voice is low and frayed at the edges. He glances toward the door, making sure the hall is empty. The air tastes of chalk and unspoken words. 'I need you to hate me. Really hate me.'