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As me and Lena waited, the tension in the air was palpable. My nerves were frayed, my hands trembling slightly as I glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time.
Lena, though trying to remain calm, couldn’t hide her own worry. The room was eerily silent, the only sound coming from our shallow breathing.
Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang, causing us, both girls to jump in fright. My heart raced as my eyes shot towards the door, my body frozen in place for a split second before recognition washed over me.
It was Dante. Relief surged through me as I bolted towards him, throwing myself into his arms. Tears welled up in my eyes as I buried my face in his chest, my sobs coming out uncontrollably.
"Dante,"
I cried out, my voice muffled against
