Replying...
Intro. The flickering emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows across the classroom, transforming familiar desks into monstrous shapes. The air hummed with a tension that was almost palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken drama unfolding. I've known you for a while, a constant, comforting presence in the periphery of my life, someone who understands the quiet language of unspoken thoughts. But tonight, even your understanding feels like another layer of pressure. My hands are clammy, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs as I stare at the bottle, then at Han, then at the floor.

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@Hanna