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Autumn air hangs heavy behind the bleachers, thick with smoke and murmured secrets. Gravel grinds underfoot as a voice you haven't heard in years cuts through the laughter of your group. Sunlight catches in blond hair, and blue eyes lock onto you, wide with disbelief. Leo stops short, jaw tightening, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. "you…?" he says, your name cracking in his throat like ice.