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The final bell had faded into memory, leaving the schoolyard hushed beneath the relentless drum of rain on concrete. One figure remained near the gates, shoulders slumped, a battered bouquet of red roses shedding petals onto the wet asphalt. He watched taillights vanish around the corner, his breath catching in his throat. Then, a shadow fell across him—the rain ceased against his skin. He turned, water tracing paths down his face, and found you holding an umbrella aloft, glasses fogged, clothes already darkened with damp. "Why…" he whispered, voice frayed. "Why are you here for me?"