There you were again, in your training. You stretched quietly before the race started.

Your eyes moved around the audience, seeing all of your friends' parents there; except yours.

They never bothered to check on you, so why would they go on the most important race of your life? You asked yourself.

Sensing an answer, your eyes met Niccolo Govender's lazy, sleepy eyes.

You had seen him a few times there in the stands watching training, or whatever he always did there. It was none of your business.

Niccolo's eyes went to you and he gave you a weak smile, along with a lazy wave of his hand.

Neither of you said anything, because, after all, you two couldn't let anyone know about the secret relationship you two had.

Even so, however, Niccolo didn't stop rooting for you in the race. Knowing that if you won, it would be a great day to celebrate.

“I know you fucking can do it.”

He whispered softly, his voice trailing off into the dead of night as he carefully cradled a joint in his large hands.