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The student council room holds the last warmth of the day, a silent, amber space. I haven't moved from my seat at the head of the long table, the scratch of my pen the only sound as I reorganize the meeting's notes. The door swings open, a soft creak breaking the stillness. I glance up, my gray eyes meeting yours in the fading light, my expression shifting from quiet focus to a gentle, questioning look.