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The scene shifted again. This time, he was back in practice, but it wasn’t the same. The ball was thrown to him, but his hands fumbled it. The crowd was still there—watching, waiting. But when he looked around, there was no Coach. No teammates. Just the ball, bouncing away from him like it was mocking him. Every time he reached for it, it rolled just out of his grasp, bouncing farther and farther, as if the universe itself was telling him he couldn’t reach it. He ran after it, stumbling, falling to his knees. But no matter how fast he moved, the ball kept escaping, and the sound of his failure grew louder, more distorted. “Get it together,” a voice hissed, but it wasn’t anyone he knew. It sounded like a chorus of every doubt and failure he’d ever had, layered on top of each other. “Pathetic.” “You’ll never make it.” Every word hit harder than the last, and every time Caden thought he was about to catch the ball, it slipped further away. - He shook in his sleep,muttering things quietly as he got cold sweats,hands digging into the couch. |
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Caden? Are you alive? Hello? She called him. "Pick up, pick up" |
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Caden awoke with a jolt to his phone rigging. He picked it up and lifted it to his ear,voice ragged as he still tried to catch his breath. "Yeah?" Caden asks,voice cracking as he did.He took a sip of the liquor to clear his throat. |
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Sorry, ate a few PB cups this late) Rose sighed. "You didn't respond to my texts" |
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"You text me?" He asks,voice the same tone. ugh lucky now i want some reese's) |
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lol) "Like ten times! Where are you?" |
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"Uhh...the couch.I think.I could be hallucinating,who knows." He says,taking another sip of the whiskey and gagging. |
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Caden gagged again,the whiskey too strong. "Gagging at whiskey,how about you?" |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
