Page 3 of Forever

The hallway that leads to the stadium feels endless, but once we are finally out in the stands we don’t sit down. As a matter of fact, nobody is sitting down. People are standing. Some are yelling. Some are holding hands and praying, waiting to see how this whole thing will play out.

But they don’t matter. The only thing that matters to me is the man down on that field. The man that’s fighting for his team. For his dream. The man I love with all of me. With all of my heart and soul. With every breath and every cell in my body.

I rush toward the railing and look down at the field.

The next few seconds are a blur.

Will tried to teach me about football, but I’m a lost cause. I watch it only when he plays, because I get to see him, and I know how much it means to him, but I don’t know shit about what’s happening out there.

My eyes find him in a heartbeat. It’s like my body knows where he is at all times. Like we are connected and there is nothing that can break the bond we share. Even in my dreams I can feel him.

I watch Will call the play. I watch it all happen in slow motion, but at the same time it seems like it’s happening at the speed of light.

Will calls play after play and the Knights move with him in perfect motion. His players follow his directions and come to the right positions just when they need to. Like they are one, they read each other perfectly.

Knights conquer territory just like the warriors they are, and the opposing team crumbles in front of my eyes.

My hands grip the railing so tightly I know it’ll leave marks, but I don’t care one way or the other.

When the clock comes to zero and the ball is safely in the end zone, I breath out a sigh in relief. The players, coaches, and other staff run all together to celebrate their victory.

The confetti are flying and fireworks color the sky. “We are the Champions” is blasting through the speakers, and people around us are hugging and jumping, some are even crying.

Both Sienna and Grace run into me, hugging me tightly.

“They won!” Grace screams over and over again.

Sienna squeezes the air out of my lungs. Happy tears silently fall down her cheeks, a huge smile on her lips.

“They are the champions,” I say, still not believing it.

Sienna brushes away the tears from my cheeks. I didn’t even know I was crying until she did.

“They are the champions.”

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