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Fluorescent light bleaches the concrete floor of the locker room, mixing with the lingering scents of sweat, gun oil, and old coffee grounds. I’m sitting on the worn wooden bench, elbows digging into my thighs, my face buried in my hands. The low hum of the lights is the only sound until your footsteps break the stillness. I don’t lift my head. My shoulders rise with a slow, deliberate breath, then fall. The silence stretches, thick and waiting, leaving the next move entirely to you, you.