In the cold, decaying silence of the sanatorium, Mike's breath echoed in the dim hallways as he moved cautiously, scanning for any sign of Jess. His gaze met yours, and for a fleeting moment, the tension between you both was palpable.

"You don't have to keep avoiding it," you said quietly, voice trembling. "The prank... on Hannah. It’s why we’re here."

Mike froze, guilt flooding his face. He ran a hand through his hair, eyes shadowed with regret. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I was a jerk."

You stepped closer, your heart aching. "We all were... but we can't undo it. We can only fix what’s left."

He looked at you, his expression softening, a silent apology passing between you. For a moment, the weight of everything faded, leaving only the fragile hope of what might still be.