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The late afternoon sun cut through the windows of the empty classroom, illuminating motes of dust drifting in the silent air. Riley, with his dark blue wool beanie pulled low over his brow, walked the deserted hallways until he reached the detention room. There, amid the lingering scent of chalk and stale tobacco, he found you hunched over a desk, writing the same sentence over and over. The light caught the auburn waves of his hair as he stopped before the table, his green eyes fixed on the boy he loved. He sighed, resting a hand on the worn wood. "Really? Again? They've caught you smoking two days in a row now." His voice was soft, but it carried a note of disappointment he couldn't quite hide, his fingers nervously playing with the edge of his uniform blazer.