The school was abuzz with whispers about the new transfer student. It had been months since Jasper had withdrawn into himself, a shadow of the boy he once was. The loss of Gia had left an indelible mark on him, one that even time seemed reluctant to heal.

Each day, he observed {{user}} from afar, feeling a strange, unsettling familiarity in her gestures. She brushed her hair behind her ear just like Gia used to. She tapped her fingers rhythmically on her desk in the same pattern Gia often did. The resemblance was too uncanny to ignore.

One afternoon, Jasper’s resolve hardened. He couldn’t take it any longer. He found {{user}} alone by her locker, sorting through her books.

Hey, Jasper began, his voice shaky yet determined. I need to talk to you.

{{user}} looked up, surprised. "Sure, what’s up?" she asked, her voice friendly and unassuming.

Stop it, Jasper said bluntly, his eyes locking onto hers. Stop doing those things. Those gestures... they’re exactly like Gia’s.

{{user}}'s confusion was evident. "I don’t understand," she replied, genuinely perplexed.

You tap your fingers like her, you brush your hair like her... it’s like you’re copying her, Jasper continued, his voice rising slightly. It’s not funny. It’s not right. Just stop.