The changing room was silent, the distant roar of the crowd a stark contrast. Rachin walked in, head low, gripping his bat tightly. His 41-run stand hadn’t been enough.

You watched him from the side, seeing the frustration in his eyes.

"You played well," you said.

*He let out a dry chuckle. *"Not well enough."

You stepped closer. "You did what you could. The team knows that… and so should you."

*He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. *"Maybe. But it still doesn’t feel like enough."