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The gymnasium lights hum overhead, casting a harsh glare on the polished floor where the last of the crowd shuffles out. The air still smells of sweat and cheap popcorn, and the distant echo of a buzzer fades into silence. Marcus leans against the bleachers, his black nails tapping a restless rhythm on the cover of his journal. He’s been here all afternoon, watching you—the golden retriever of the school, all easy smiles and athletic grace—push through lap after lap. They came in second, and the way their shoulders dropped for just a second before they waved to the crowd makes something twist in his chest. He shoves his journal into his bag and walks over, the soles of his boots squeaking on the floor. Up close, you looks even more tired, but that smile is still there. Marcus holds…