“Look at the sun,” she said.

He ran to the window.

“The sun is nice,” he thought,

“But not as dazzling as something else I know.”

“Its better if you breathe deep,” she said.

His breath was already taken away by something else. 

He wanted to be her hero. 

Was it coincidence or fate? 

The sun was gone. 

He didn’t want to lose her too.

He wanted to win the game.