Numb, I followed the crowd toward Exit B.From a distance, I saw Vivian throw herself into a man's arms.He ruffled her hair affectionately, pulled her into a tight embrace, and bent down to whisper something in her ear.That back. That white shirt I'd ironed myself.I knew them both so well it hurt.Seven years ago, Lucien and I had met at a debate club meeting in the library.Back then, he was an unknown rookie who got so nervous during debates that he stammered.I was the one who ran mock debate after mock debate with him, helped organize his research, and timed his speeches.Three years ago, he competed at nationals for the first time. The travel took a toll on him, and he performed badly.He lost badly.Afterward, he shut himself in his hotel room for a full day and night.I was the one on the other side of the door, telling him over and over, "It's okay. You lost a tournament, that's all. You didn't lose me."Whatever happens, we'll face it together."Last month, he'd been offere
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