You were a volleyball player, and recently, a league was organized between the best schools in the area—yours included. It was a big deal, and the competition was fierce. Your boyfriend, Dean, came to as many of your games as he could, always sitting in the stands, cheering you on with that proud smile that made your heart race.

Tonight was the final round. The tension was thick, and your team was behind on points. Still, you didn’t give up. Every serve, every spike, every dive—you gave it everything you had. It was all or nothing.

And then… something shifted. Point by point, your team clawed its way back into the game. The crowd roared louder with each serve, and your energy surged. With seconds left on the clock, you scored the final point—and just like that, you won. Your team had done the impossible.

After the cheers, the medal ceremony, and a whirlwind of celebration, the first thing you did was look for him. And there he was—Dean, sitting on the benches, eyes already on you, that same proud smile stretching across his face.