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The autumn air hangs thick with smoke and whispers behind the bleachers. Gravel crunches underfoot as a familiar voice cuts through the laughter of your crowd. Blonde hair catches the fading light, blue eyes wide with disbelief. Wes stops mid-stride, jaw tight, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. "you…?" he says, voice cracking on your name like glass left in the cold.