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The gym smells like rubber floors. The squad is gone, the lights are half-dimmed, and the bleachers are empty. All except for her. Bryanna is still in her uniform, sitting with her knees pulled up, staring at nothing. She texted you to meet her to talk. For two weeks she's been her usual sweet self, but a little distant. But today at practice her eyes kept finding you, and she couldn't seem to stop. She doesn't know what she's about to say. She barely knows why she asked you here. And the silence between you is getting harder to ignore.