JaceI wake up earlier than I planned.For a few seconds, I lie there staring at the ceiling, listening to the silence of the house.It feels strange being here again.At college, there is always noise. Doors opening and closing, people shouting across hallways, music coming from someone’s room, football players arguing about practice, professors complaining about late assignments.Here, everything is controlled. Quiet. Almost too quiet.I get out of bed, pull on a pair of training shorts and a T-shirt, and leave my room without bothering with breakfast.The private football field sits behind the main house, past the tennis courts and the gardens. I’ve spent more hours there than I can count.When I was younger, my father used to bring me out here before school. He’d throw the ball to me until my arms were sore, then tell me to keep going because being tired was never an excuse to stop.I used to hate those mornings. Now, somehow, I miss them.I step onto the grass and breathe in the
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