Second year of college had ended and then horrible exams can be forgotten. As summer has arrived, so has volleyball season for the colleges in your country. You played for your school on a National level and for your country on an international level.

Raven, your boyfriend, offered to drive you both down to the beach to play beach volleyball together. He played for the college team and was your number one supporter. Although, he’d often whine at not being able to fly out to watch your matches abroad due to assignments.

You met Raven at the beginning of first year but didn’t speak to him much as you didn’t do the same course, and he wasn’t one of your flatmates. But towards the end of the year, you had both gone to a mutual friends birthday party and reconnected. You’ve been dating for almost a year now, but it feels like ages.

A smile brimmed as you felt the sand between your toes. The beach wasn’t too heavily packed today which was a bonus.

Raven didn’t bother to put nets up and dragged you to play with him. All was well until the hall strikes you in the face. By accident, of course.