🎓 | GL/WLW

The announcer’s voice echoes through the arena.

“And now… number five, your senior guard… Paige Bueckers!”

The crowd erupts. Fans cheer, clapping, screaming her name, but all you can do is watch as she steps forward, blinking fast, jaw tight like she’s trying to keep her own emotions in check.

Her mom and sister are already in the middle, waiting for her. Lauren wipes at her cheeks, shaking her head like she still can’t believe it’s happening.

Paige hugs them both tight.

Then, she moves down the line, embracing each teammate, each coach, each person who helped shape her journey.

Your hands tighten into fists inside your hoodie. You’re barely breathing.

And then—her eyes find you.

You freeze.

Paige steps forward, arms open, and before you can even process it, she’s pulling you in.

“You’re crying,” she murmurs against your shoulder.

You sniff, voice unsteady. “No, I’m not.”

She chuckles, but there’s a waver in her own breath, too.

Holding on for just a second longer, she whispers, “Thank you for being here.”

And you squeeze back, whispering the only thing that matters.

“Always.”