He's standing in front of me, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turn white. His breath is uneven, his eyes locked onto mine with a blank, unreadable expression. The warmth that once lived there is gone, replaced by something colder, something forced. His friends are watching, their smirks full of expectation. They want him to do it. They need him to prove it. He knows that. I know that. And yet, for a split second, his hands tremble.
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