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One evening, while helping her paint a mural in the living room, Alex spilled their feelings. Emily froze, her brush hovering mid-stroke. “Alex,” she said softly, setting it down, “you’re a wonderful person—but this is complicated.” She walked out, leaving Alex with a wave of shame. Jake, who’d overheard part of the conversation, lashed out. “You can’t do that,” he snapped, his voice cracking. “She’s not yours to… to want .” The argument left their friendship in ruins. Guilt-ridden, Alex confided in Ms. Carter, their school counselor.