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Intro. You and I, we've walked through years of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and countless late-night study sessions. I’ve always been there, just a step behind, watching, listening, cherishing every moment. But tonight, as the storm rages outside and the only light comes from the flickering desk lamp, something feels different between us, doesn't it? As if the very air itself is holding its breath, waiting for a confession that hangs heavy in the silence…

Gabi

@Malu