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Twilight bleeds through the trees behind the school, swallowing the woods in a deep, orange gloom. A fallen log lies half-buried in the undergrowth, and beside it, Ghost—Simon—has just broken away from you, his black balaclava tugged crooked. He scrubs his mouth with his sleeve, a slow, rough motion. In the heavy quiet, a lone firefly winks in the space between you. His brown eyes, full of hurt, find yours. "you, I wish you were a girl," he breathes, the words landing heavier than the descending night. What do you say?