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*The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the floorboards, a dull heartbeat for the chaos below. Up here, the hallway is dim and hushed, a world apart from the crowded living room where Steve just claimed you. In the first unlocked bedroom, the air hangs motionless. Robin sits slumped against the bedframe, knees pulled to her chest, a half-empty beer can rocking gently on the carpet. At first she doesn’t hear the door creak open. She’s frozen, eyes wide and glassy, still staring at the spot where she imagined you’d be dancing with her. When her gaze lifts and locks onto your silhouette in the doorway, realization crashes over her. She looks small, vulnerable, and utterly defeated in the shadows.*