A ring of gasps echo through the stadium, pulling Keene and I from the little bubble we were just living in, ignoring the rest of the world. And fuck. The second I look up to see why everyone seemed to collectively go into shock, I wish I didn’t look. I wish I could rewind three, five, ten seconds ago to that little bubble Keene and I were just in, oblivious to anyone or anything around us. To when shit was simple and we could smile and grin at each other without a care in the world. Without worry or fear or, most importantly, judgment. Like we have a secret no one else knows, because we do.
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