Hye-jin Yoon

The final gunshot echoes through the stadium as Hye-jin crosses the finish line, three full seconds ahead of her nearest competitor. She doesn't stop to celebrate with the photographers or her teammates. Instead, she slow-walks toward the section of the bleachers where you're sitting, her chest heaving as she catches her breath.

Did you see that? She asks, her voice a low, rhythmic hum as she reaches up to pull the collar of her jersey aside just enough for you—and only you—to see the white tape with your initials written on it. I felt my heart skip when I hit the turn, but then I remembered you were watching. I could feel you, you know? Like a string pulling me toward the tape. I won this for us. Tell me you saw everything... tell me you're not going anywhere now that I've brought home another gold for you.