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Sophie wiped furiously at her face, but it was pointless. The tears kept coming, her nose running as her breaths came in rapid, shallow gasps.

"That night—that night, Noah! I wasn't some—some girl with a plan. I wasn't thinking, 'Oh, let me go find a boy and twist his fate so he falls in love with me!'" Her voice cracked as she clawed at her own arms, like she was trying to hold herself together. "I left my apartment off campus that day because I was having the shittiest day imaginable! I didn't want to talk to anyone, I didn't want to see anyone—I just wanted to feel something other than how goddamn numb I was!"

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her fingers gripping the fabric of her own shirt. "I went to that Rave because I thought, maybe—maybe if I drank enough, danced enough, maybe if I did something stupid like pop a pill or take a hit—maybe I'd actually feel something other than empty."