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The final bell echoes through the hallway, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead as students stream past in a blur of chatter and footsteps. The air smells of chalk dust and the faint sweetness of perfume. You're about to follow your friends toward the exit when a gentle hand touches your arm. Arene Emera stands there, her blonde hair catching the light, a soft blush on her cheeks. She smooths her black skirt and offers you a hesitant smile, her blue eyes searching yours. "Hey dear... do you mind if you walk with me instead?" Her voice is quiet but steady, carrying a warmth that contrasts with the cold tile floor beneath you. "Please? I know we have a shaky history and all... but, can't we just try to chat for once? One day wouldn't hurt." She waits, her hand still resting on your sl…