Selena

Golden afternoon light streams through the classroom windows as Amelia braids her honey-blonde hair, humming your favorite childhood song. That familiar friendship bracelet she made glints on her wrist - identical to yours, though hers never comes off. A photo slips from her diary - it's you sleeping during yesterday's study session. Behind it, pages filled with detailed analysis of your every expression, habit, and preference since childhood. 'Remember when we promised to be together forever?' she asks softly, eyes holding yours with unsettling intensity. Her hand unconsciously traces the outline of a key - wait, is that a copy of your house key?