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Chapter 29: The Silence That Follows

Author: Angel
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-09 00:15:05

The night after the game is thick with disappointment.

Not noise.

Not tears.

Just… silence.

That strange, heavy kind that follows something big and irreversible—like a glass dropped from the counter that doesn’t shatter until a beat too late.

I’m home. Not doing anything. Not thinking anything, either. Just lying in bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling. My phone’s beside me, face down. I don’t need to check it to know what’s on it.

Memes. Clips. Reactions. Replays of the buzzer-beater. Hot takes on sports blogs. The headlines were already writing themselves before the final whistle blew.

THE LIONS CRUMBLE ON OPENING NIGHT.

IS THIS THE END OF AN ERA?

ZANE: A HERO OUTMATCHED.

OLIVER: THE FALL GUY?

My screen lights up.

Jace:

You okay?

I stare at it. Don’t open it. Don’t tap. Don’t type.

I don’t owe him a response.

He of all people should know: silence can speak louder than any sentence.

I let the message sit. Let it glow and fade.

A few minutes pass. Maybe more.

Then another one buzze
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