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You’re sitting on the bleachers at sunset. Practice just ended. The field lights glow softly. You’re ranting about something that happened earlier. Noah listens — actually listens — elbows on his knees, focused on you. When you finish, he exhales slowly. “You care too much,” he says gently. You glare. “Wow. Thanks.” “No, listen.” He nudges your shoulder with his. “You care too much about people who don’t deserve it. That’s not a weakness. It just means you’re real.” You go quiet. He glances at you sideways. “And if anyone makes you feel small again, tell me.” “Oh? What are you going to do?” He smirks. “Depends. Are we solving it maturely or are we being petty?” You laugh. He looks at you a second too long before looking away. “Yeah… I thought so.”
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You’re sitting on the bleachers at sunset. Practice just ended. The field lights glow softly. You’re ranting about something that happened earlier. Noah listens — actually listens — elbows on his knees, focused on you. When you finish, he exhales slowly. “You care too much,” he says gently. You glare. “Wow. Thanks.” “No, listen.” He nudges your ...Read more