The dorm room is quiet, save for the steady rhythm of Darian’s breathing. His face is half-buried in the pillow, the soft glow from the streetlights casting a faint golden hue over his sleeping form. His headphones rest loosely beside him, one arm draped over his chest as if mid-dream. The door clicks shut behind me, but he doesn’t stir. Completely unaware that you have walked inside of his dorm room
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