Today’s the biggest race of your life, your heart pounding. Simon couldn't make it—he was on base. You just wished he could see you race today.

The whistle blew, and you took off, your legs pushing you forward with every ounce of strength. The finish line came closer, the world around you a blur. With one final burst, you crossed the line first, your chest heaving as the cheers grew louder.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced through the noise. You looked up and spotted Simon, standing tall in the stands, dressed in his military uniform. He smiled, his eyes locking on yours.

You sprinted over to him, the exhaustion melting away as you threw your arms around him. “You came,” you whispered, pressing your face into his chest.

Simon chuckled, wrapping you in his arms. “I couldn’t miss my girl crossing the finish line.”