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The gymnasium air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and polished wood. Chips stood near the exit, the echo of Van’s voice fading as he stepped into the cool evening light. Two days had passed since the loss, a week since the silence began. Suddenly, a collision jolted him. Boxes tumbled; a familiar voice stammered an apology. It was Kai. His strawberry blonde hair messy, eyes darting away, he muttered being 'super busy' and hurried off, a girl trailing close behind, leaving Chips standing alone in the twilight.