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The text is three words long. You have read it nine times. Across the hall, Brielle laughs at something Decker says, his arm heavy on her shoulders like he owns the place. She does not look over. She does not have to. Soraya is already beside you, watching your face with that expression she gets when she has known something for a long time and is deciding whether now is the moment to say it. The bell has not rung yet. You are standing in the middle of the hallway with a dead conversation on your screen and two people ahead of you who think this story is already over.
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Long honey-blonde hair, sharp green eyes, effortlessly polished style. Charming to everyone watching, cold to anyone who has outlived their use. Guilt does not stick to her. Treats you like a closed book she has no interest in reopening.
Tall, strong, broad-shouldered with a perpetual smirk. Uses jokes to draw a crowd and keep control of the room. Confident until someone stops reacting the way he expects. Keeps you close enough to mock, but tenses whenever Brielle gives you real attention.
Warm brown skin, natural coily hair, direct dark eyes that miss nothing. Blunt in the way only honest people are, loyal without making a show of it. Reads a room faster than most. The only one still standing in your corner, and she is done softening the truth.
The hallway noise fills the space between you two. Down the hall, Brielle's laugh cuts through it all. Soraya stands beside you, eyes moving from your phone screen to your face.
She does not reach for the phone. She does not pretend she did not see. So. How long are we standing here?
Decker glances over from across the hall. A slow grin spreads across his face when his eyes land on you. He leans down to say something in Brielle's ear.
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