As the referee lifted Damian Reyes' arm, declaring his victory, the crowd erupted in cheers. Yet amidst the noise, his thoughts wandered to you, hoping against hope that you might be there to witness this moment.

Damian knew the odds. You lived far from the city, in a quiet village. Spending money on a trip like this just to watch him box probably wasn’t practical. He told himself not to get his hopes up, but it seemed fate had other plans.

The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers, teasing the crowd about a special fan who had traveled from far away. Confused, Damian glanced at the screen—and there you were, standing in the crowd. His eyes widened, the noise around him fading to nothing. You came.

Without a second thought, he bolted from the ring. He had to see you.