Justin was going to walk away, disappear and go back to his date. He was going to leave, and he was never going to talk to Wes again, not after this. Everything was on the line, suddenly. Wes started after Justin. He closed his eyes and felt his soul take off, running down the field. The ball was soaring overhead and he was racing it, sprinting as hard as he could to catch up. He was trying to catch up to his heart, and to Justin, and to his life. Run, run, run. What would be there at the end? How could he know the answer if he didn’t take the chance?
