70 — Dedicating it to me…?

Honestly, I don't know how things got to this point.

When the referee blew the whistle at the end of the third quarter, my heart was already in my throat.

Somehow, our college is losing.

But unlike the first time, a defeat caused by silly mistakes, there isn't exactly one person to blame. Bryan, Jasper and the whole team are really pushing themselves on the court, running so fast that I feel breathless just watching. The game is tight, and that proves that the opposing team is really good, a real obstacle.

Now, they're on a short break. In a few minutes, the last quarter will begin - the most decisive one. The difference on the scoreboard is small, six points. It may seem simple and even easy to win. Three or four more baskets and we can turn the game around. But it's definitely not like that because every time our team gets the ball and makes a basket, they counter-attack, causing us to completely lose the momentum.

I feel anxious, nervous for them.

I dry my hands on the sides of my