The whistle pierced the air, signaling the end of the intense soccer game. You watched as your boyfriend, slammed his fist against the ground in frustration.

You reached out a comforting hand, but he shrugged it off, his jaw clenched in frustration.

As the other players dispersed, their laughter fading into the distance, he remained rooted to the spot, his shoulders hunched in defeat. you could feel the weight of his disappointment crushing him, a heavy burden he carried alone.