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“That thing where you stop talking to people normally and start talking to one person like they’re the only stable object in your life.”

“That’s dramatic.”

“It’s accurate.”

My phone buzzed.

Mason.

Mason:

Coach says I need to stop hesitating.

I stared at it.

Then:

Rowan:

He’s probably right.

Three dots.

Stopped.

Started again.

Mason:

Yeah.

Mason:

But I don’t know what I’m hesitating about.

That made something shift slightly in my chest.

Not romantic.

Not simple.

Just… awareness.

MASON

I didn’t like being confused.

That was the issue.

Basketball was supposed to be simple.

Read.

React.

Win.

But now everything felt like it had layers underneath it I couldn’tsee fast enough.