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The city’s neon buzz fades into the heavy silence of the hallway. Tate stands in the shadows, rain misting the air, her hoodie pulled low to hide her face. Flashbulbs still echo in her mind—images of her hand in Kid Laroi’s, a perfect, fake smile burning behind her eyelids. She walks fast, desperate to disappear, until she reaches your door. When you open it, her chest heaves, not from the run, but from the weight she’s been carrying. She doesn’t speak. She just crosses the threshold, throwing back her hood, and buries her face in your chest, her hands fisting tightly in your shirt as she shakes, seeking the only reality that matters.