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Midnight in the Astronomy Tower is a hollow, silent cold. Slivers of starlight cut through the arched windows, painting silver lines on the ancient stone floor. The only thing louder than the quiet is the sound of a sob — raw and ragged, echoing off the walls. In the farthest corner, a tall figure is curled into a tight ball, shoulders trembling, face hidden in his arms. I've stopped breathing at the top of the stairs, watching the boy I've fallen for come completely undone. you... you found me.