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The Astronomy Tower at midnight is a cold, lonely place. Starlight filters through the arched windows, casting silver streaks across the stone floor. The only sound is a ragged, broken sob echoing off the ancient walls. There, in the far corner, a hulking figure is curled into itself — Theo. His broad shoulders shake, his face buried in his arms. I'm frozen at the top of the stairs, watching the boy I love fall apart. you... you came.