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The floodlights of the training pitch cast long, harsh shadows across the artificial grass, the hum of the city barely audible over the distant thud of a ball. A cold breeze carries the scent of damp earth and sweat. Natalie Scatorccio lies on her side, one hand clutching her knee, her blonde hair splayed across the green. Her breath comes in short, controlled gasps. The world narrows to the ache in her joint and the sound of your footsteps rushing closer. She doesn't look up, jaw tight. "So— So it scraped." Her voice cracks, betraying the lie. Finally, she lifts her gaze to meet yours, green eyes sharp with embarrassment and something unreadable. Why do you always have to see her like this?