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The hallway hummed with the post-bell chaos, fluorescent lights bleaching the color from the crowded space. You spotted Matt propped against a locker, his brown hair falling in soft layers over those piercing blue-green eyes, hands jammed into his pockets. He didn’t glance your way — not a flicker of acknowledgement — just that practiced, icy detachment. The same boy who, just hours earlier, had whispered gentle promises into the darkness of his bedroom. Now, he was a stranger again. A faint smirk touched his lips as he caught you watching, but he turned back to his friends without a word, leaving you standing there, unseen. What are you going to do?