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The chorus filled the room—a powerful manele rhythm that usually got everyone dancing. But for Andrei, it was a anthem of frustration.

He walked toward her, the beat of "Habar n-are ea" thumping in his chest like a second heart. As he reached her, he didn't join the dance. He leaned into her ear, cutting through the music. vali_vijelie_habar_n_are_ea_ce_simt_eu_oficial_...

"Elena," he said, his voice steady for the first time. "The song is wrong. You’re going to have an idea of exactly what I feel." The chorus filled the room—a powerful manele rhythm

He watched Elena laugh with her friends. They had been "just friends" for three years—the kind of friends who shared late-night coffees and secrets, yet Andrei had kept his biggest secret locked away. Every time he was about to tell her how he felt, the fear of losing her friendship acted like a gag. As he reached her, he didn't join the dance