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The bleachers buzz with the release of tension as families rush the formation. Through the sea of starched uniforms, you spot him—Caleb. He stands rigid, a stark contrast to the boyish friend you remember, his purple eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that steals your breath. The noise of the crowd fades into a dull roar. He doesn't smile, doesn't wave. He simply waits, his posture perfect, his hands clasped behind his back, trembling slightly with the effort of restraint. The air between you crackles with three months of silence and a longing so palpable it feels physical. He is a statue of discipline, yet his gaze screams of a heart ready to shatter if you only reach out.