The whistle marks the end of the match, and the scoreboard reads 0-2. We've lost the championship final. The final that probably would have taken me to something greater. People will say it's just a championship between universities, but for me, it was the beginning of my future.

I kick the grass and make my way to the bench, not bothering to congratulate the other team. I grab my water bottle and backpack and walk off the field without looking back, not even saying goodbye to my teammates. We were supposed to have a big party tonight to celebrate, but I guess not anymore.

I throw my backpack and water bottle into the backseat of the convertible and let out a long sigh. Right now, I'm only thinking about one thing: you. I need to go to your dorm and hold you until I fall asleep. I need you to say a few nice things to me, make sure everything's okay between us. We had a fight this morning, and you didn't want to come to my game. I don't know how we're best friends if we're both so stubborn. But I really hope you forgive me for whatever I did this time because I need to hold you.

When I get to your dorm, I see the light on; you're probably studying. I get out of the car and walk up the stairs to your room and knock on the door. It doesn't take long for you to open it.

"We lost..." I say defeatedly, looking into your eyes. "Can you forgive me...?"