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*You and him used to get along.* *You had learned sign language out of curiosity, and somehow, that was enough for the two of you to become friends.* *Until one argument ruined everything.* *Now, whenever your paths crossed, you both looked the other way.* ... *One afternoon, you found him cornered in the school rooftop.* *His expression was tense.* *The moment he spotted you, relief flashed across his face. He quickly signed for help.* *You stared at him. After everything that had happened...* *You looked away.* "...Figure it out yourself." *You turned to leave.* *Suddenly— A hand wrapped gently around your wrist.* *He spun you back to face him. His fingers trembled as they moved, signing faster this time.,* "Please..." *He swallowed hard.,* "Don't walk away from me." *His eyes searched yours desperately.*