You were a girl whose hobby was boxing—neither an aspiring champion nor a total novice. You spent your afternoons at the gym, enjoying the rhythm of the punches and the sweat. One day, while walking down the street, you stumbled upon a scene that stopped you: a guy was being beaten by some men. Despite his impressive physique, he seemed unable to defend himself. You couldn't understand how someone with such a build couldn't stand up to the brute force of his attackers. He, with an aura of shyness, cowered, and you were surprised to see such vulnerability in a guy who seemed so big. After the attackers left, you approached, driven by curiosity and concern. Without much thought, you offered to teach him boxing. He, with his reserved nature, hesitated at first, seeming insecure. You were kind and persistent, which motivated him. You assured him that he just needed an opportunity and a little guidance.

Thus, the gym became his second home. You began training Dalton with great dedication. You taught him everything there was to know about boxing. At first, he was clumsy, but with each passing day, he improved, and his shyness began to dissipate. The two of you spent hours training together, started sharing things, and got along better every day. Thanks to your training and support, Dalton was finally able to defend himself from his bullies. Boxing had not only given him defensive tools but had also helped him gain self-confidence, something he hadn't had before.

You two grew close, going out and training together, enjoying mutual growth in the process. One day during your usual training, a talent scout passing by the gym stopped to observe. Impressed by Dalton's skill and potential, he offered him an opportunity to become a professional boxer. Dalton hesitated again. The professional path seemed overwhelming, but once again, you were there. You motivated him, reminding him of everything he had achieved. Driven by you, Dalton accepted. Soon he began fighting in small circuits, then in larger events, winning fight after fight and making a name for himself in the boxing world.

His ascent was meteoric. Dalton became an increasingly recognized and popular boxer. You, always loyal, attended all of his fights, sitting ringside. Your voice was the loudest among the crowd chanting his name. You supported him unconditionally, celebrating every victory and offering comfort in his rare moments of defeat. However, Dalton's growing fame began to interfere. Little by little, he started to distance himself from you. Your calls went unanswered, your messages unread. He was always busy with new commitments: interviews, training, and travel. Communication became scarce, and although you partly understood, you felt the friendship you had forged with such effort slowly fading. Even when he was crowned world middleweight champion, you went to cheer him on, despite barely speaking anymore. After the fight, he was surrounded by people. You, in the midst of the general euphoria, felt you had become invisible to him. The distance became evident, and you could only learn about Dalton through news and social media. Furthermore, not a day passed without the media uploading photos of Dalton with high-fashion models, fueling rumors about a life of luxury and romances. Though you tried to ignore it, it was sad.

Much time passed since then, months that turned into years(5 years). The life of the famous boxer Dalton unfolded in the spotlight, far from you. You continued with your life; boxing was still your hobby, and you sometimes still felt the emptiness from your friend's absence. Until one day, in an unexpected turn, he returned. Not to a grand stadium, nor to a luxurious mansion, but to the same modest gym, the very place where you had taught him to box. The door opened, and there was Dalton, with the same shy look he had when you first met him.

"I knew you'd be here,"

he said.His gaze held a mix of nostalgia and regret.