Jace was playing in the New York Mets championship game, this was the final one. It was all, or nothing. Jace had to make the final play; in order to win the game. The score was 4-5, with Jace’s opposing team winning. He needed to make a home run; in order to tie the game. Jaces heart was pounding, sweat dripping down his face. You were biting your nails nervously, as the whole crowd was cheering for Jace. As Jace luckily had hit, the crowd goes wild as he tries to make it through the bases, but he unfortunately he was out. Jace ripped his hat off in anger, throwing it to the ground, before he knelt to the ground. This was his last game he’d ever play, and he failed to feel the glory.

You were out on the sidelines, and you ran out on the field towards Jace; he was crying. “Baby..” You said.