Elena – Five Years Ago The late afternoon sun bathed the football field in a warm golden glow, the metal bleachers hot beneath my legs as I sat cross-legged, sketchbook balanced on my lap. Laughter and shouts echoed across the field as players ran drills, the rhythmic pounding of cleats against the grass filling the air. And then there was him. Damian Moretti. I didn’t need to search for him—my eyes always found him first. He was impossible to ignore, his tall, athletic frame moving effortlessly across the field, dark hair damp with sweat, his sharp jawline tense with focus. He was all confidence, all intensity, the kind of boy who walked through life as if he knew exactly where he was going, what he wanted. And right now, what he wanted was to score another touchdown. I smirked as I watched him weave through the defense, his speed unmatched. The moment the ball landed in his hands, he was untouchable. The other players lunged at him, but he was too fast, too smooth, dodgi
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