You start losing while you're still winning.
It's the 85th minute, your team is winning, and you've already started losing. You can feel the equalizer coming the way other people feel rain — and so, quietly, without telling anyone, you've begun the funeral early. Volume down inside. Hands already folded. The Eye recognizes the maneuver, because you run it everywhere: the job you wanted ('probably went internal,' you said, three days before they called), the person you liked ('it was always going to fizzle'), the trip, the result, the year. Grief, prepaid. The logic is airtight from the inside — if you start mourning early, the final whistle can't ambush you; you'll already be at the wake, composed, holding the flowers. But the Eye has run your numbers, and here's the audit: the early mourning never once cancelled a loss, and it never once softened one either. The invoice arrives at the same time, for the same amount. You just pay it twice — once in advance, once on delivery. And on the nights it held, the nights the lead survived? You were the only person in the room who'd already said goodbye to a thing that stayed.
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