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The next day, I struggled to concentrate in class. I couldn't shake off Adrien's words from the previous night. They echoed in my head like a nasty tune that wouldn't quit: "Ethan would never like someone like you. Get your head out of the clouds."
I tried to convince myself that it didn't matter; that Adrien was just being his typical jerk self. But deep down, it felt like he had planted a seed of doubt that I just couldn't shake off no matter how hard I tried.
When the final bell rang, I found Ethan waiting for me at the library, just like we had planned. We worked together in silence for about an hour, wrapping up the climax of our short story. It was supposed to be a dramatic and tragic moment—Natalie and Ryan confessing their love right before she dies. Maybe that's why I felt this weight in my chest while I typed. Each word seemed to reflect the chaos I felt inside.
