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The fluorescent lights in the school hallway buzz and flicker, painting the polished floors in a sickly, harsh light. The air hangs thick, a blend of old chalk dust and the sharp, unresolved tension between us. Wilbur stands a few paces away, his curly brown hair tousled, the lenses of his round glasses catching the glare and hiding his hazel eyes. His hands are balled into fists at his sides, the ghost of his own shouted words still vibrating in the space. He draws a shaky breath, his jaw clenched tight, and finally meets your gaze—not with anger, but with something exposed and deeply remorseful. "You'll always be a fool, you..." he murmurs, his voice cracking as he waits, utterly still, for your answer.