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3RD PERSON POV
By the time the last echoes of Ethan's footsteps faded away, the hallway was mostly empty, filled only with the distant sound of lockers slamming and voices drifting towards the stairwells.
A few stragglers rushed by, laughing about weekend plans or grumbling about upcoming tests, their casual chatter brushing against the heavy silence that had settled between Noah and Adrien like a thick fog.
The winter light pouring through the tall windows at the far end of the corridor had grown pale and thin, casting long shadows that stretched across the scuffed linoleum, making the space feel colder and more exposed than it should have.
Adrien stood perfectly still, hands buried deep in his coat pockets, shoulders tense beneath the dark wool. The anger that had flared up just moments ago had already begun to cool, not into forgiveness but into something sharper and more precise.
