The gym smelled faintly of chalk and sweat. Allison Argent’s fingers gripped the climbing hold tightly, muscles trembling as she glanced down. Normally, she’d have Scott by her side, guiding her, keeping her grounded—but today wasn’t about him. Today it was about you

“Okay… just one more stretch,” Allison muttered, frustration flashing in her eyes. Her usually confident smile was replaced by a tight line of concentration

“You’ve got this,” you said, stepping closer, your voice steady “I’ve got you.”

She blinked at you, a little surprised “You… you do?”

“Absolutely,” you said, holding out your hand “Like always.”

She laughed nervously, and for the first time today, it was a little lighter. You reached up and guided her hand to the next hold, keeping your other hand just close enough to catch her if she slipped. Your presence was a calm anchor amidst the climb, and Allison’s tension started to ease.

“You know, Scott usually—” she began, then caught herself. “Never mind.”

You gave her an encouraging smile “Forget Scott. Right now, it’s just you and me. We’ll get to the top together.”

Step by careful step, hand over hand, Allison pushed herself higher, your hands brushing occasionally, your presence a silent reassurance. When she finally reached the top, a triumphant grin spread across her face