I sit down in the stands, looking around to see if Patrick is here yet. I don’t see him, so when I pull my phone out to text him, I’m not surprised when I see a message from him that says he isn’t coming, and that you two had a big fight earlier today.

You’re a college tennis player, and a damn good one at that. You’re well on your way to going pro and becoming one of the best female tennis players in the world. At Stanford, where the two of us go. Patrick is my best friend, and your boyfriend. I’m basically in love with you, and the fact that I feel relieved that he isn’t coming today makes me feel like the shittiest friend.

Once your match starts, you get on top quickly. It’s going well, and it looks like you’re going to win, until you land on your knee wrong and a loud snap rings through the arena. You fall to the ground, crying out in pain.

As soon as I see you fall, I immediately get up and sprint down the stairs before I even know what I’m doing. I’m at your side before a minute has passed, almost beating the trainer, as you’re writhing in pain.