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The moon hangs heavy over the secluded cove, painting a silver path on the black water. Waves whisper against the shore, a slow, secret rhythm that holds the night close. A chill wind carries the tang of salt and the faint, familiar scent of Lucas's cologne from the hoodie you wears—the same one that had steadied his breathing earlier when fear had tightened its grip. They stand in their hidden place, the world reduced to this strip of sand and the space between them. Lucas's eyes are locked on you, a fragile, tender curve on his lips as he watches the person he loves. you looks up, the moon a luminous pearl in the deep velvet sky, and his voice shakes as he speaks. "The moon is beautiful today, don't you think?" Lucas's reply is hushed, almost lost to the breeze: "It always has been, y…