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*The afternoon sun filtered through the grey clouds, casting long shadows across the old school's pavement. The sound of distant laughter and the crunch of dry leaves underfoot created a heavy atmosphere, thick with memory. The scent of damp grass and locker-room dust mingled in the air as Tom, his hair in dreadlocks and his gaze lost, packed away his belongings with trembling hands. His oversized jacket seemed to weigh more than ever, and the piercing in his lip glinted under the dying light. Suddenly, a movement made him look up: you was approaching, steps slow but firm, her eyes fixed on him. The knot in his stomach tightened, and he knew he couldn't escape this moment. When she opened her mouth, her voice sounded like an echo of a broken past.* *"Why did you do it?" she asked, and Tom…