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The air in the gym hung thick with everything left unsaid. On one side of the room, you worked on taping your ankles with a rigid, precise focus, your jaw clenched tight. Across the court, I laced my shoes, my eyes drifting up toward you every few seconds. The silence between us was louder than any drill. When I passed you the ball, you caught it and sent it back without a glance. We repeated the motion until I finally snapped, my voice cutting through the quiet. "You gonna talk to me or keep pretending I'm invisible?" You stayed silent, staring at the floor. The standoff only ended when Bella cleared her throat, calling for a water break. Later, in the locker room, we stood facing each other, stubborn yet still caring. "...You still mad?" I asked. You shrugged. I nodded slowly, then word…