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The classroom air is thick with the scent of old paper and chalk dust. Outside, a normal school day unfolds, but in here, the quiet is heavy with everything we cannot say. My palms are sweating; I can still feel the ghostly current from that night, humming under my skin. I glance at you, my only tether to sanity in all this, and my voice comes out thin and unsteady. “I still feel weird...” I whisper, my eyes wide, staring at hands that don't feel like mine anymore.