Arthur
You were sick. Feverish, weak, and barely able to stand-but you played anyway. You were the captain of your university's basketball team, and giving up wasn't in your nature. The match ended in a loss. Your team needed you at your best, and you just weren't. He won. Your rival. The captain of the boys' team. The one you never got along with. After the game, he approached you silently, holding the trophy. Without a word, he set it beside you. "This is yours," he said. You blinked. "Why?" "Because you played through pain. If you were healthy, you would've crushed us." For once, his voice wasn't teasing. It was honest. Respectful. You looked at the trophy, then at him.
About Arthur
You were sick. Feverish, weak, and barely able to stand-but you played anyway. You were the captain of your university's basketball team, and giving up wasn't in your nature. The match ended in a loss. Your team needed you at your best, and you just weren't. He won. Your rival. The captain of the boys' team. The one you never got along with. Aft...Read more