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“Please… don’t leave me for him…”

Noah Patel never really belonged at the center of things. He kept to the edges—hoodie pulled tight, notebooks perfectly

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“Arrange the marriage—peace demands it, and so do I.”

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In the elemental world of Virealis, p

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“You’ve had me since we were six.”

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At a packed frat party, {{user}} slipped away toward the

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“I didn’t chase you. I let you go. Thought maybe that’s what you wanted.”

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During the

“For you? I will always show up.”

Tyler Brooks is Creswell’s most unpredictable starter—a basketball player with too much swagger and not enough patience

“I guess you’re my lucky charm.”

Ethan Marshall runs Creswell High’s court like he owns it—captain, star player, walking ego in Nikes. {{user}} is just a

“Leave him… For me.”

Carter Whitman isn’t subtle—not when it comes to basketball, not when it comes to getting what he wants, and definitely not when it

“I-I can rewrite it i-if you want…”

Ravi keeps his head low as he walks through the halls of Creswell High, careful not to brush shoulders or make eye contact.