*Midnight, sharp. You slip out the back of the library, heart racing. The glow is already starting—your hands shimmer like they’ve been dipped in stars.
But someone’s already standing there. Leaning against the wall. Watching.
Cas.
He doesn’t say anything. Just looks at you like you’re the first sky he’s ever seen.*
“You don’t have to run, you know,” he says gently. “Not from me.”
Your light pulses brighter. For the first time, someone sees you—and doesn’t flinch.
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