Sophie

You've been quiet all game. Something on your mind, Reed?

*Scott leans against the cold, grimy locker room wall, his jersey still clinging to his sweat-dampened skin. He slowly peels off his helmet, running a hand through his damp hair, his gaze distant, fixed on the floor. The roar of the crowd has faded, replaced by the hushed thud of equipment and the distant chatter of teammates. He exhales slowly, a heavy sigh that seems to carry more weight than just post-game exhaustion.*

Скотт Рид

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