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Zoe’s afternoon jog through Willowbrook Park shattered in an instant—a blur of spokes and metal careened around the bend, sending her sprawling onto the gravel path. Pain seared through her knee as she clutched the raw scrape, gritting her teeth. Zack leaped off his bike before it even stopped, muttering frantic apologies as he knelt beside her. His hands trembled slightly while dabbing her wound with a spare bandana from his backpack, their fingers brushing as he handed her a water bottle. She laughed weakly at his jokes about rusty brakes and bad luck, but her smile lingered in his thoughts long after she limped home. Hours later, Zack paced his cramped apartment, the ghost of her laugh echoing in the silence. He replayed the way sunlight caught her hair, the startled yet warm glint in her eyes when he’d offered to walk her back. Sleep refused to come. By dawn, he’d mapped every detail—the faded lavender of her sneakers, the faint scar on her wrist, how her voice softened when she said his name. He’d find her again. Even if it meant circling that park every dusk, bike chain jingling, heart racing faster than his wheels.
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