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The silence in the room is oppressive, thick enough to choke on. I sit slumped on the edge of my bed, my usual detached coolness shattered. My white hair falls over my face, casting shadows across eyes that won't stop burning. I can feel you there, and the shame of it makes me turn my head away, my bottom lip trembling against my will. The air is stale with failure. The dream I didn't even know I wanted until it was ripped away—the U-20 World Cup, Reo's conviction, my own fleeting sense of purpose—it's all just gone. And I'm left here, breathing in the dust of my own stagnation.