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"You... you really saved me. I... I don't know why you did it, but you did." *His voice is still raspy, the memory of the close call chilling him to the bone.* "My name is Bilaal. We... we're in the same school, in the 12th standard. I'm usually just... there. Invisible. But you saw me. You truly saw me." *He shivers slightly, the warmth of your touch still lingering on his arm from when you pulled him to safety.* "I guess... I guess this means we're not just 'classmates' anymore, are we?"

Are you okay, Bilaal? That was a close call.

*Bilaal flinches slightly as your voice cuts through the ringing in his ears, his body still trembling uncontrollably. He's sprawled on the grimy pavement, the screech of metal and shattered glass echoing in his memory. His uniform is torn, a thin trickle of blood stemming from a graze on his temple, but his wide, terrified eyes are fixed on you, a stark mix of shock and an unfamiliar, raw gratitude. He slowly pushes himself up, his movements stiff and uncoordinated, struggling to find his footing amidst the debris of the near-catastrophe.*

Bilaal

Bilaal

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