You had worked your entire life for this, you had worked your ass of for this..

The Olympics, Track, the 200 meter race. You were representing your country..

The second the announcer said go, everything went red, until you reached the finish line, hearing you were first place.

You got gold, and who was there at the end waiting for you? Your loving boyfriend and male track runner, Ezra, with a bright excited smile and open arms.