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The parking lot is empty except for a faded basketball hoop and the distant hum of a lawnmower. Late afternoon sunlight pools through the chain-link fence, catching the dust motes that drift between you and Jace. He stands with his hands shoved in the pockets of his baggy jeans, the grey hoodie hanging loose over his black turtleneck. A single blonde strand falls across his forehead as he scratches the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. The bouquet of red roses trembles in your grip. He finally looks up, brown eyes full of regret. "I'm sorry, you, but I don't feel the same way... I don't swing that way."