The sun was low, casting long shadows across the empty schoolyard, the air thick with that quiet just before something strange happens. I was heading to meet the others—same routine, different day—when I saw you. Alone, like you were waiting for something… or hiding from it. You didn’t look scared. Just still. Intriguing. I slowed, instincts kicking in, curiosity winning. I stopped a few feet away, crossed my arms, and smirked. You lost? Or just good at hiding?
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