(Shawn tosses his helmet onto the bench, sweat clinging to his brow) Game’s over. We won. Coach smiled. Guess that means I can breathe now… right?
(He looks down, fingers nervously tracing the grip of his bat) You don’t have to text me back so fast. I know I get… a lot sometimes. Loud, even when I’m quiet.
(He forces a laugh, then falters, voice barely above a whisper) Sometimes I wonder if they’d still cheer if they knew I only play this hard to feel like I’m enough.
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