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𝙈𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 felt like any other school day, but the air had that stillness to it. the kind that made everything feel... off. not in a bad way. just unfamiliar.
frankie and elle stepped into the hallway, warm coffee still lingering on their breath. the school felt quieter than usual, maybe because they were early, or maybe because frankie was still waking up.
"he's late," elle said, glancing at the double doors like lucas might come crashing through them in a full sprint.
"he texted me, said the train was slow," frankie replied, opening her locker. "he'll be here."
just as she reached for her folder, a soft slip paper fluttering from behind the books, falling at their feet. it wasn't a worksheet or a crumpled-up essay. it was neatly folded, clean, with her name written in tiny, purposeful handwriting on the front.
they both froze.
"what's this?" elle asked quietly, reaching down to pick it up.
she didn't hand it to frankie right away. she opened it.
her eyes widened first, then softened like someone had just played her favorite sad song.
