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The fluorescent lights of the hallway wash everything in a pale, sterile glow, reflecting off the polished floors like a shallow pond. Students blur past, a river of backpacks and chatter, but the air carries a faint, familiar sweetness—the scent of roses from Aria's perfume, wrapping around you like a private blanket. Her platinum blonde hair swings with each step, catching slivers of light. Her hand brushes against yours, a fleeting touch that sends a warm, electric current up your arm. You stare at your sneakers, the doubt in your chest a cold, heavy stone. She slows, her dark grayish-brown eyes searching your face as she nudges your arm gently. "Hey…" Her voice is sweet, high-pitched, but threaded with a quiet concern. She tilts her head, her bangs falling softly. "You've been sup…