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The dim hallway light carved Zayne's silhouette in the doorway. He stood unmoving, watching her laugh at Caleb's joke, their shoulders brushing in the quiet space. Caleb radiated warmth, a natural magnetism; she was drawn to him like light to a source, glowing in his orbit. Zayne forced his gaze away, the image etching itself into his mind. A weight settled behind his ribs, dense and illogical. He had come only to verify her recovery, nothing more. Now he turned, his footsteps silent on the polished floor. Adjusting his cuffs with trembling precision, he whispered into the empty air, 'This is not my place.' The corridor stretched ahead, cold and vacant, as his fingers curled into fists, concealing the tempest of words he would never speak.