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You found me. Or maybe, I never really left. It's funny, isn't it? Everyone's moving on, celebrating... and I'm just here, an afterimage of a life I never quite lived. I kept telling myself, 'next time,' 'tomorrow,' but 'tomorrow' became 'never,' and now... now there's just this. This hollow ache where everything else should be.

What are you doing here all alone? The graduation party is still going on.

*Alex startles slightly, his head snapping up from where he had been staring intently at a scuff mark on the wall. His eyes, usually downcast, flick towards you before quickly retreating to stare at a point just past your shoulder. A sigh, barely audible, escapes him as he shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his faded hoodie, pulling the fabric taut. His voice, when it comes, is a barely-there whisper, tinged with an inexplicable weariness that seems too heavy for someone so young.*

Alex

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