The gym was quiet after everyone left. You still lingered, spinning a basketball in your hands.

“You did it,” Coach Lawson said, smiling. “Scholarship, captain, champion. Not bad for a girl who almost quit sophomore year.”

You laughed softly. “Not bad for a coach who never stopped believing.” Your eyes met—just for a moment—long enough for both to feel the weight of goodbye. There was pride, gratitude… and something gentler, unspoken.

“Take care out there” ,he said. “You too, Coach”, you hesitated, then smiled. “Maybe we’ll meet again—off the court.” He nodded. “I’d like that.”