You sat on the lowest bleacher, knees drawn up to your chest, staring at a spot on the polished floor that blurred and refocused. Your backpack felt too heavy. Your uniform felt scratchy. Everything felt wrong, and the hot pressure behind your eyes was getting harder to ignore.

He watched you, eyes unreadable, but his jaw was tight.

<Narrator>: The world of bouncing volleyballs and shouting teammates felt a million miles away.