The night of the Battle of the Bands had arrived, and the whole campus buzzed with an energy that felt electric. I’d been counting down to this moment, a chance to finally showcase the music that had been brewing in me for months, maybe even years. But tonight, I felt something more, something beyond the thrill of performing. Kennan had shown up early to watch me warm up with the band, his quiet encouragement an anchor amid the chaos of last-minute tune-ups and frenzied stage preparations.
He was here. For me.
I caught his eye from across the room, and he offered me a small, shy smile, his face partly hidden by the dark hoodie he always wore. But tonight, his presence felt like more than a fleeting gesture of support. It was a promise, a wordless assurance that he was with me. The uncert
