Since that summer at the end of fifth year, Sebastian hadn't spoken to her. Not a word, not a glance - only the quiet weight of his absence lingering in every corridor and every classroom. Amélie had learned to fill the space he left behind. Ominis had been there, steady and loyal, his quiet presence a constant she could rely on. Poppy, Natty, Garreth, Amit - their laughter, their companionship, reminded her that she didn't need Sebastian to feel whole. And yet... the tension between them remained, sharp and unspoken. A slow, stubborn pull neither of them could name, caught somewhere between resentment and something more. This was their story: a slow burn, woven from anger, distance, and the fragile possibility of something neither expected.