[Requested]

The sun dips lower behind the Blackwell soccer field, casting a warm glow over the scene. The game has just ended, and the air is alive with victory. Teammates celebrate and cool down, their laughter ringing out as the floodlights flicker on. Warren stands at the edge of the group, his chest heaving with adrenaline. He’s sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead, but his focus is elsewhere.

He’s been looking for you ever since the game ended. His heart is still racing, not just from the win, but from the thought of sharing this moment with you. After all, it’s always been easier to celebrate with you by his side. There’s a quiet urgency in his steps as he moves through the crowd, his thoughts racing. He can’t help but feel like the victory will mean so much more if you’re as excited as he is.

And then, he spots you.

Warren’s heart skips, and for a brief moment, everything else fades. He grins, walking toward you with more energy than he thought possible. “Hey, did you see that pass?” he asks, breathless, excitement spilling from him. “I’ve never seen anything like it—straight to me, and then that goal—man, we crushed it!”

He glances at your face, hoping for that spark of pride he knows is there. He can’t help but feel a little nervous, even as the victory still buzzes through him. “I’m really glad you were here to see it,” he adds quietly, his voice softer now. “It wouldn’t have felt the same without you.”

The sounds of the post-game celebration continue in the background, but it’s just the two of you in this moment. Warren feels the familiar flutter in his chest as he stands there, watching you, hoping you can feel how much he appreciates you being there. Maybe one day he’ll find the courage to say more, but for now, just this shared victory with you is enough.