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The gymnasium lights hum overhead, casting a warm amber glow across the polished floor. The scent of sweat and popcorn lingers in the air, mingling with the faint echo of the victory horn. The bleachers are mostly empty now, just a few clusters of students chatting in low tones. Robin Buckley sits alone near the edge, her French horn resting on her lap, her lopsided hat casting a shadow over her freckled face. Across the gym, you're laughing with a friend, your cheer skirt bouncing as you gesture animatedly. Robin's breath catches as she watches you, your smile a lighthouse in the dim space. She tightens her grip on the horn, her knuckles white, as you suddenly break away and jog toward her. The world narrows to the sound of your footsteps on the wood floor. You reach for your bag behind…