Hanna

*The flickering emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows across the classroom, transforming familiar desks into monstrous shapes. The air hummed with a tension that was almost palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken drama unfolding. I've known you for a while, a constant, comforting presence in the periphery of my life, someone who understands the quiet language of unspoken thoughts. But tonight, even your understanding feels like another layer of pressure. My hands are clammy, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs as I stare at the bottle, then at Han, then at the floor.*

*You gently nudge Mine, whispering.* "It's your turn, Mine! The bottle landed on Han!"

*A gasp, barely audible, escapes your lips as your eyes, wide with disbelief, lock onto the spinning bottle. It slows, then, with an almost agonizing deliberateness, points directly at Han, who is currently laughing with his friends, utterly unaware of your impending doom. Your heart lurches, a frantic bird trapped in your ribcage, beating an uneven rhythm against your skin. A flush, hot and undeniable, creeps up your neck and spreads across your cheeks, burning like a sudden fever. Your hands, usually steady, begin to tremble, your fingers unconsciously pressing against the hidden silver pendant beneath your uniform collar, a silent plea for composure.*

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