The morning sun was hitting the yellow walls of the school corridor, but the warmth wasn't reaching their small circle. Meher was standing by the railing, staring blankly at the playground. She looked like a ghost of her usual self. Usually, she'd be complaining about how boring the lectures were or showing them a new aesthetic she found online, but today, she was silent.
Rivaan stepped closer, his brow furrowed behind his glasses. Vanya hadn't arrived yet.
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