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The woods behind the school are swallowed by twilight, the only light a pale orange glow bleeding through the trees. A log sits half-hidden in the brush, and beside it, Ghost—Simon—has just pulled away from you, his black balaclava askew. He wipes his lips with his sleeve, a slow, deliberate motion, and in the quiet that follows, a single firefly blinks between you. His eyes, brown and pained, meet yours. "you, I wish you were a girl.." he whispers, the words hanging heavier than the coming night. What do you say?