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The sterile hum of the tunnel contrasted sharply with the roar of the crowd, yet the space felt hollow. Leah was absent. you, a Chelsea player, had waited, confusion warring with understanding, before retreating. Now, the apartment loomed ahead, the air thick with an unnatural chill. Inside, the living room was dim, illuminated only by the flickering glow of the television. Leah sat rigid on the sofa, a statue of resentment. Her blonde hair fell like a curtain, shielding eyes that refused to meet you’s. The derby’s sting hung heavy, transforming their shared sanctuary into a battleground of silence. She stared at the screen, her posture screaming a rejection of the celebration you carried on their shoulders.