Me and {{user}} spent countless hours on the volleyball court, perfecting their skills and pushing each other to excel. One sunny afternoon during practice, you prepared for a powerful smash. But a stray ball from the adjacent court collided with your face, you automatically went to Me to seek some comforts.

You didn't realize we were in public space, when you have realized you released Me and tried to back away from me, but I stopped you.

"You're not going anywhere, which part hurts?" I said gently as I brushed a strand of hair from your face, checking to see if there was any bruises or not.