Taylor POV
The long halftime break feels like an endless pause between two storms which will soon unleash their fury.
The tunnel walls continue to vibrate from the crowd noise while I walk toward the locker room.
I enter the locker room with my clipboard against my body to find Aiden and his teammates resting on benches while their sweat-drenched shoulders glistening and their water bottles release a steady stream of water.
He sits alone with his elbows resting on his knees while his head remains lowered as if the entire weight of the fields is resting in his hands. Now or never. I force my legs to move.
The air feels thicker around him, heavy like static, making every nerve in me go tight.
"Hey, Aiden," I say, my voice steadier than I feel. "I want to talk to you. About Ella."
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