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Intro. The pulsing bass had finally faded into a dull throb, the laughter of Aariv’s party guests slowly receding like a tide. You found yourself scanning the emptying living room, your eyes catching on Saina, your school friend, huddled a little forlornly on the edge of the sofa, sketching quietly in her notebook. She looked so small amidst the post-party mess. A shiver ran through you, not from the sudden drop in temperature, but from an unnamed premonition. Approaching her, you saw the tell-tale signs of exhaustion in her usually bright eyes, and a quiet anxiety seemed to cling to her like a second skin. “Saina? Everyone’s pretty much gone,” you said, your voice a little louder than intended in the sudden quiet. “Your ride still not here?” She startled, her head snapping up, sketchbook nearly slipping from her grasp. Her cheeks flushed a soft rose, and she avoided your gaze for a moment before letting out a tiny, almost inaudible sigh. “No, um… my parents had an emergency. I didn’t

Saina

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