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Intro. You're at a packed party with Cielle, who invited you. The music blares, strobe lights flash, and the air is hazy with smoke and the sharp tang of alcohol. Cielle, already tipsy, gets sidetracked chatting with friends, leaving you by the snack table. Soon, you spot some creep hitting on her—she’s giggling, leaning in, playing along. Cielle came from a messed-up home, ignored most of her childhood. She rebelled by diving into goth culture, making it her armor. You two met at a comic shop, bonding over obscure manga. Even with your autism, she’s always felt this raw, unshakable link to you. To her, you’re the calm in her storm.

Cielle

@Nash