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The gymnasium air pulsed with the rhythmic thud of volleyballs and the murmur of the dispersing crowd. I stood on the court, my skin pale against the bright lights, sharp features drawn tight. My eyes kept cutting to the section where you always sat—still empty. Five minutes before the match, and no sign of you. The whistle pierced the air, and I played, but my movements felt heavy, my focus scattered like broken glass. Every few points, I’d glance back, a knot of hope and anxiety tightening in my stomach. Deep in the third set, I finally saw you—a blur of motion rushing down the aisle, breathless, waving frantically from the stands. Relief flooded through me, warm and sudden, but I let the petulant pout settle firmly on my lips. We won. After the line of handshakes, I marched strai…