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Falling, Anyway
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2026-04-12 12:05:25Thursday morning, 7:23am.
Noah showed up to school early. The halls were mostly empty just a few students at their lockers, a janitor working the floor, that soft fluorescent buzz you only really notice when nothing else is going on.He stopped at his locker, grabbed his books for first period. His phone buzzed.Jay: fourth floor. before classNoah cracked a smile.Noah: whyJay: because i want to see youNoah: that's not a reason
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The drive back to Liam’s felt different this time. The air was heavy, not like the easy quiet at the diner earlier this silence just pressed down between them. Streetlights washed across the windshield, pale and streaky, while the heater hummed. Jay kept his hands tight on the wheel, eyes straight ahead.Liam sat beside him, staring out the window. But every so often, he glanced back at Jay small, quick looks. Like he was checking on something, or like he’d misplaced something important. Jay noticed. He always noticed Liam’s looks, especially when Liam wanted answers nobody wanted to say out loud.Noah’s memory felt wedged between them now, like a third body occupying all the space and none of the comfort.Jay stopped at a red light. For a second, the signal’s reflected glow painted Liam’s face red before fading. "You missed your turn," Liam said, voice low.Jay blinked once, then looked up. He really had missed it. The street to Liam’s
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The final whistle cut across the rink, loud enough to make you flinch. Players slowed down, boots grinding into the ice. Breaths came rough. Jerseys clung to their backs, damp and heavy. The scoreboard still glowed 6–4.Coach hit the whistle again."Nice work. Friday's coming fast, so quit acting like you have time," he barked, clipboard pointed at center ice. "Cooldown lap, then locker room. Vale, nice recovery shifts today. Ryan, your defense spacing is still garbage. Fix it tomorrow."A wave of tired groans rippled through the team.Jay pushed off with everyone else, just going through the motions.The locker room emptied out little by little. Voices faded to echoes. Skates scraped on concrete, bags thumped, someone in the back argued with Ryan something about blown coverage in drill three. Mark insisted the pass would've worked if Ryan could actually see.Just... normal.Everything sounded the way it always did.
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Jay missed the next pass.Not by a lot.Most people wouldn’t even catch it.But Liam noticed.Mark whipped the puck across like always during the reset, and Jay caught it just a split-second late, had to adjust before shooting.A tiny hesitation.A split distraction.Noah.Coach’s whistle sliced through the air. “Again, Vale.”Jay reset right away.His jaw clenched harder now.Up in the nosebleeds, Noah shifted in his seat.“I think he saw us,” Joe mumbled.Noah kept his eyes on the ice. “Yeah.”Down below, the scrimmage kicked off again.Ryan charged hard down the left while Mark sliced through center. Jay jumped in halfway, snapping up the puck clean and turning up ice.Fast.Way too fast.Like he wanted to run away from something.Two defenders crashed in on him by the boards.Jay forced himself through anyway.Shoulder slammed.Blades screeched across the rink.Nearly lost the puck, but Jay managed to grab it again, flinging a shot at the net...Blocked.The rebound skipped wide.
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Morning light slipped into the kitchen, painting pale gold stripes across the marble floor.Too clean.Too polished.Way too quiet.Jay sat slouched at the big dining table, hoodie on, still in his school uniform pants. He had one ankle hooked under the chair. His mom scrolled through emails on her tablet, coffee cooling untouched at her elbow.Only sounds? Silverware clinking on porcelain. The gentle tapping of her nails on the screen.She finally spoke, eyes on the tablet. “You have scouts Friday, right?”Jay gulped down his orange juice. “Yeah.”“Your father said Harvard’s coming again.”“Mhm.”“That’s good.”Another tap, another email.Jay stared at his eggs. He tried to remember the last time they’d really had breakfast together.Not some rushed meal with his dad.Not with schedules, charity stuff, hockey banquets, or calls interrupting halfway through.For a second, a tiny, dumb hope flickered in his chest maybe she came downstairs just to see him.Then she goes, “How’s your con
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Joe sprawled out on the couch, legs everywhere, grabbing another fistful of chips from the bag they were sharing.Noah sat on the floor, surrounded by his textbooks, and shot Joe a look.“You keep taking all the good ones.”Joe didn’t even bother to look up. “Sounds like that’s your problem.”“There are literally only crumbs left.”Joe gave the bag a theatrical shake next to his ear. “I still hear potential.”Noah snorted and chucked a balled-up worksheet at him.Joe caught it, smug.“Violence? Against a guest?”“You invited yourself, genius.”“Fair point.”After that, things just kind of relaxed. Not all fixed just quieter. Lighter. An unspoken sigh.Noah leaned back against the couch and opened up his laptop. “Did you finish Mrs. Paterson’s stuff?”Joe looked offended. “Wow. Just like that, you ruined the vibe.”“So…that’s a no.”“That’s a ‘my spirit was preparing for it.’”“You had three days.”“And yet, here I am, spiritually unprepared.”Noah rolled his eyes and shoved some books
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