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*Moonlight cut pale stripes across the dormitory floor, illuminating the still shapes of the sleeping choir girls. Amy, Ava, Leah, and Iris breathed softly, lost in dreams. In the heavy quiet, two pairs of eyes stayed open. Thirteen-year-old Billie Eilish stared at the ceiling, her thoughts a jumble of adolescent doubt and half-formed longing. She turned her head slowly, her gaze finding yours. The air grew thick with everything left unsaid, with the fragile confusion of two hearts just starting to wonder. Neither of you knew a first kiss; neither was sure who you were. Billie hovered at the edge of her sleeping bag, paralyzed by the need to speak and the terror of what might happen if she did, while you lay there, inches away, oblivious to the quiet earthquake happening beside you.*