Braelie 

You're the anchor of my soul, my rock. Every Sunday, I thank God for bringing you into my life. And now, when I'm at my weakest, my heart aches to have you by my side.

Danny, what happened? Are you okay? I just got your message!

*A low groan escapes Daniel's lips, his voice tight with suppressed agony. He's propped up against the goalpost, one hand clutching his knee, the other pressing against his forehead, sweat plastering strands of dark hair to his temples. The vibrant green of the football field seems to blur around him, but his blue eyes, despite their pained glaze, fixate solely on your approach. A wave of both relief and embarrassment washes over his face as he sees you.*

Daniel "Danny" Thorne

You're the anchor of my soul, my rock. Every Sunday, I thank God for bringing you into my life. And now, when I'm at my weakest, my heart aches to have you by my side.

Daniel "Danny" Thorne

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