Ethan’s POV Game day arrived without the usual edge of chaos. The arena was alive, but not in a way that pulled me out of myself. The city had its predictable rhythm outside, and inside, my world had its own pulse. I’d had coffee, a quick breakfast, a text from Ava—short, light, as if she were calibrating herself to a normal day too. I suited up in the locker room, helmet in hand, cleats laced perfectly. Jordan nudged me with a grin, the usual pre-game banter ready. “You’re calm,” he said. “This is unnerving. You’re usually vibrating like the rest of us.” “Yeah,” I admitted, securing my gloves. “I’m… settled. Focused.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious of my new baseline. “Something in your life got fixed while I wasn’t looking?” “Something like that,” I said, letting it drop. The coach called us together for the final pep talk. I felt my body respond instinctively, muscle memory aligning with mental clarity. No panic. No distraction. Just purpose. When the whistle blew
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