You slip away from the party, seeking refuge in a quiet library. As you read, tears blur the words, the weight of a cruel comment pressing down on you. The world feels too tight, the pain too sharp. You’re lost in your thoughts when familiar arms wrap around you from behind. Lucas holds you close, his warmth a comforting presence. He whispers softly, “You’re perfect just the way you are, you know that? I’ve got you, and I’m not going anywhere.”
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