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She laughed, the sound wetter than she intended. Around them, the reunion swirled on—old friends hugging, old grudges softening, old loves reigniting or dying for good. But here, by the window, the seven years collapsed into a single breath.

The night of the reunion, the old gymnasium had been transformed. Twinkle lights strung across the basketball hoops, a mirror-ball spinning lazily over the dance floor, a DJ playing “mid-2010s throwbacks” that made everyone groan and then sing along. The air smelled of cheap champagne and expensive perfume, of nostalgia sharp as rust. reunion7

“You threw it away,” he said quietly. “I fished it out of the trash after class. I’ve kept it in every wallet, every suitcase, every apartment.” She laughed, the sound wetter than she intended

“What happens now?” she asked.

“I’m not here to make a speech,” he interrupted gently. “I just wanted to see if the girl who wrote that note still existed somewhere. And she does. You’re just… a little taller.” The night of the reunion, the old gymnasium