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KENNA I woke up alone the next morning to bright sunlight glaring at me and my body tangled between the sheets. Memories of what I did last night came crashing down on me like a heavy wave. I had sex with a stranger. And not only that, but he didn't use protection. "What is wrong with me?" I asked myself in a murmur. I was incredibly careless last night. What if I got pregnant? No way, that couldn't happen. Not in a million years would it ever be possible for me to get pregnant from a one-night stand. I was just worried about nothing.

"You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything." "I made a really big mistake last night." Slowly, with her friend's empathy, she mustered the courage to confess what she did. It was indeed a mistake, but she could not deny the fact that it was her decision that caused it to happen. If she had not been impulsive last night, she would not have been in such a dilemma. "We all make mistakes, Vi. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Via hugged Cassie tighter, afraid that her friend would change once she heard what happened. "I slept with a stranger last night."

Ruby shot back. Enough. His tone turned cold. Get something else for your grandmother. Do you think she's more important than Matilda Knight? I'm done arguing about this. As Matilda heard her own name, she went stiff. Matilda whispered, why are these uncouth strangers talking about me? Stunned, she reached for Ruby's hand in fear

The stranger entered the room. And suddenly the air became heavy. Every step left a strange echo. As if many people were going at the same time. Not one. Thousands. “When the door was opened...” said the stranger calmly, “...I learned something.” He looked out the window. To the lights. “That memories form people.” “And?” asked Jonas. The being smiled. “So I started collecting.” An icy shower ran through the room. “The forgotten.” whispered Mira. The stranger nodded. “Of course.”

The fracture overhead began to tremble, sending violent ripples through the sky as the distant stars flickered like dying candles. The Stranger stepped closer to the edge of the rift, looking directly at Ava, then across the invisible lines of the network to Luca, and then back again. For the very first time since his arrival, genuine, unfiltered fear appeared in his dark eyes. "You remember the love," the Stranger whispered, his voice softening into something tragic. "You remember the romance, the promises, and the beautiful tragedy of finding each other in the dark. But you haven't remembered the betrayal." The word hit the air like a gunshot, echoing with a violent, jarring finality.

The three strangers walked out without saying a word. Eli remained where he was. His jaw tightened. “They found me.” He started after them. At the same time, Mike, Lila and I stepped into the hallway. The crowd pushed everyone in different directions. I lost sight of Mike for only a second. That was all it took. Someone bumped into my shoulder. “Sorry,” the stranger said calmly. I turned. It was the tallest of the three new students. He leaned closer, speaking so quietly that no one else could hear. “Enjoy your freedom while it lasts.”

The gray-coated man quietly whispered, "It remembers you." Adrian stopped. "I've never seen this book." The stranger looked into his eyes. "No." "But it has seen you." A low hum filled the island. The first page slowly turned by itself. The second page... was completely blank. Not a single word. Not a single mark. Only a tiny sentence appeared at the bottom. Place your hand here. The First Reader immediately raised his voice. "Don't." "If the book accepts you..." "...there will be no turning back."

The afternoon continued in its generous, undemanding way. And the apartment held them — as it had always held them, from the first rainy Wednesday when a dark sedan had pulled up at a bus stop and a year had begun — in the specific warmth of a space inhabited by people who had chosen each other deliberately, who chose each other still, who would wake tomorrow and choose again. The stranger had stayed. He was still staying. And Daniel Rogers, who had spent forty-three years learning that the right thing to do with love was not to manage it but to make room for it, sat on his sofa in September and read his architecture book and was, in every room of his interior, home.

“I think we have another definition of a stranger. How if you relearn how to read from the elementary book? I believe, we might have a similar perception of “strangers” Arissa replied with a cynical tone in her voice. “Nope… nope…” He shook his head and smile amusedly. “My families are strangers for you. My girlfriends. My best buddies are strangers to you because you don’t know them before and you have no idea who they are. The same thing goes with you. Your family, let’s say… how if your mother or father visit you someday and you’re not at home? Will I open the door for them?” “Of course not… isn’t it?”

She suddenly recalled that two days ago, there was a stranger who claimed to have a bad ending in their relationship who added her on social media. Currently, aside from that stranger, there was no one else she could turn to. Hence, she accepted that stranger’s request. Just when she was thinking about how she should greet that stranger, the latter sent her a message: [Hello miss, I'm very glad you’ve added me as a friend.] Madeline replied: [Nice to meet you, stranger.] [Miss, I've just ended my relationship and I'm feeling very sad. Can you keep me company for a little longer?]