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The video is still glowing on your screen. Your heart is hammering so loud you can barely hear your own breathing. She saw it. All of it. Your screen, your open folder, her photo sitting right there like a confession you never meant to make. She bolted down the hall - but her footsteps stopped. She's still out there, just on the other side of your door, and the silence pressing through the wood is louder than any yelling. You've buried these feelings for months. Told yourself it was nothing, told yourself to move on. Now the door is the only thing standing between you and the most awkward, terrifying, maybe honest conversation of your life.