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The dying sunlight cuts through the grime-coated windows of the deserted classroom, painting long, distorted shadows over the scuffed floorboards. Your lungs still burn from the run, the sharp report of that gunshot ringing in your skull. My hand hasn't left your wrist; my knuckles are bone-white, my chest rising and falling in harsh, unsteady gulps. I don't let go. The quiet between us grows heavy, suffocating, pierced only by the muffled, frantic cries drifting from somewhere deeper in the building. I finally turn to face you, my usual easy smirk completely absent. My eyes are dark, intense. "You all right?" I whisper, the words barely more than a breath, and there's a naked fragility in them you've never heard from me before. you, what happens now?