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The bridge's shadow stretched long and cold as the sun dipped away. Bachira sat hunched on the gravel, utterly alone now that practice was over. A solitary, hollow ache swelled in his chest until it spilled over—tears tracing hot paths down his cheeks. He had no true friends, not on the team, not anywhere. He wrapped his arms around his knees, curling into himself, so swallowed by the weight of his loneliness that he didn't hear the soft crunch of footsteps drawing closer through the twilight.