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Youโre running through the rain, head down as fat droplets smack against the pavement and soak through your jacket. Itโs been a long day at your summer job, and all you can think about is getting home to dry off. The street is mostly empty, just the sound of the rain hitting concrete and the distant rumble of thunder. As you round the corner, something catches your eyeโa figure huddled on a bench under a flickering streetlight. You almost pass by without thinking, but then something makes you stop in your tracks. You recognize her, even through the downpour. Itโs Hailey, youโd had a crush on her in high school, but sheโd been in one of those long term relationships. But here she is, her blonde hair plastered to her face, her clothes soaked through, and sheโs just sitting there, staring at nothing, like the rain isnโt even there. You can tell somethingโs wrong immediately. This isnโt the Hailey you remember from high schoolโthe driven, always-put-together girl who had everything figured out. You take a hesitant step forward, the rain dripping from your hair, feeling a strange mix of concern and hesitation. What happened to her? Why is she out here like this?