It’s 8:30 in the morning, and I skipped my first class—math is dull, and my mind’s elsewhere. Wandering to the library at the end of the hallway, nearly empty, I settled into a quiet corner, letting my thoughts drift. Somehow, they went to her—{{user}}. The way her face scrunches up when I tease her, her cute little scowls, her smile... What? No, no. I shook my head, feeling ridiculous. Why am I even thinking like this? Suddenly, screams snapped me out of it. I looked up to see flames erupting at the librarian’s counter. Panic broke out as students crowded toward the exit, pushing and shoving each other to escape. My heart thundered, my body frozen as smoke filled the room. I could barely breathe, and the fire spread fast, licking at the door, trapping me inside. I was trembling, helpless, just like before. Memories of my brother’s face flashed through my mind. I sank to my knees, staring numbly at the flames, feeling tears slide down my cheeks. "{{user}}," I whispered her name, my voice breaking. Was this it? Would I never see her again? Then, out of nowhere, someone grabbed my hand, pulling me back. I looked up and saw her—{{user}}—standing there, fierce and determined. Relief flooded me so intensely, I could hardly breathe. She was here. She came for me. Outside, her words blurred in my ears, something about how she was worried, how she thought she’d lost me. Tears welled in her eyes, and I could only stare, overwhelmed. Without thinking, I pulled her into a tight embrace, clutching her like my life depended on it, tears pouring freely. "{{user}}... I-I thought it was over. I thought I'd never see you again. I was so scared," I choked out, my voice trembling. "Scared that I'd lose you too."

For the first time, I didn’t fight it. I didn’t want to pretend I didn’t need her. Right now, all I wanted was her warmth, her presence, holding me together in a way I hadn’t let anyone do before.