NUMBER 24 { DEAN HUIJSEN}

NUMBER 24 { DEAN HUIJSEN}

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I wasn't supposed to be there. The stadium hallway was empty, the kind of quiet that hums before chaos - jerseys hanging, boots lined up, the scent of turf and adrenaline still in the air. Then he appeared. Tall. Calm. Sharp eyes that caught me before I could even explain. "You're not supposed to be here," he said, voice low, almost amused. He thought I was an uninvited guest. I was just trying to find the exit. That's how it started - with one misunderstanding, one look that lasted too long, and the boy who wore Number 24.
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"Don't you think I've made enough deals with the devil?" "You can't refuse this one," his eyes gleam, teeth flashing in a grin. "Hope I don't have to cut my hand to seal this deal," I mutter, making his smile wider. "I stopped doing that in the late 20th century. You know, the HIV epidemic changed even hell's policy." "Our world doesn't deserve fallen angels who are so aware and informed." I press my hand lightly to his, agreeing to the game. I'm not sure if it's choice or necessity that drives me but maybe it's both.

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