“I know he was,” I replied, wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling him close against my shoulder, despite the wet mud on his jersey. “And he’s never going to miss another match.”
Ethan nodded, slipping his arm around my shoulders in return. Together, we turned our backs on the quiet, empty pitch and walked slowly toward the parking lot, stepping side-by-side into the brilliant, welcoming glow of the parking lot lights, ready for whatever tomorrow would bring.
THE END..!
