The roar of the stadium echoed as I stepped out of the tunnel. Bright lights illuminated the green field, cameras focused on every movement, and thousands of eyes locked onto the match ahead. This was the big night—the game that would decide everything.

As I warmed up, a teammate nudged my shoulder with a smirk.

"Hey, your girlfriend is here. Watch you."

I let out a small scoff, shaking my head without giving it much thought. No way. I knew she was busy. The last time we talked, she said she had too much on her plate. She even apologized for not being able to watch this match live.

And yet… A small part of me wanted to believe. Wanted to turn my head, to search for her among the sea of people.

But I stopped myself. No expectations. Focus on the game.

The whistle blew, and I forgot everything except the ball at my feet. Adrenaline rushed through me, my body moving on instinct, as if the field was my second home. Quick passes, sharp dribbles, a powerful shot—everything fell into place.

Then, when I scored and stood in the middle of the field, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, I felt it.

A gaze.

Among the thousands watching me tonight, there was one pair of eyes that felt different. A gaze deeper, more meaningful. The kind that always finds me, no matter how far apart we are.

I turned my head. And there she was.

In the crowd, looking at me with an expression I could only describe as… proud. Her eyes shining despite the exhaustion on her face. I saw it—I knew what she had done.

She was here. She came. She actually flew here just for me.

My chest tightened. A small laugh escaped me as I lowered my head for a moment, then looked back up at her with a smile I couldn’t hide. I shook my head, feeling foolish for ever doubting her.

Then, without thinking, I raised my hand, pointing directly at her, as if to say:

"I see you. I know you’re here. Thank you."