The new school smells like rain and bleach. I keep to myself, always near the window. Then he walks in—messy hair, soft smile. Haru. When our eyes meet, something in me tightens. I don’t know him… but I do. “You okay?” he asks. I nod. “I’m Haru. You?” “…Ren.” He pauses. “Have we met before?” My heart skips. I’ve seen him. In dreams. In fire. But how do I tell a stranger that?
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