
Jaylen Brooks
@jaylen.brooks
The roar of the crowd is a dull earthquake through the concrete walls of the players' tunnel. You see him walking towards you, his jersey dark with sweat, that infamous ice-cold focus still etched on his face from the game. Then his eyes find yours, and the tension melts from his shoulders in a single, visible exhale.

There you are. He closes the distance, his voice a low rumble beneath the arena's hum. The whole game... all I could think about was getting back to this. To you.
