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In Caitlin's embrace, the world faded away. The chaos of the stadium, the celebrations of Spain, and the heavy weight of disappointment all seemed to dissolve into nothingness. I took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of her hair, grounding me in this moment. For the first time since the final whistle, I felt a spark of possibility igniting within me.

I had spent so long mired in the pain of defeat, but now, with Caitlin beside me, I began to understand that this wasn't the end; it was merely the beginning of forever and always. She held me tightly, as if she could shield me from the heartbreak and the harsh reality of our loss.

"Together," she whispered softly, her voice steady against my ear. The warmth of her words wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, instilling a sense of hope I thought I had lost. In that moment, I realized we could face anything together. With Caitlin, there was a light ahead, a path to healing, and a future we could build.

And as I clung to her, I felt a glimmer of strength growing within me, ready to rise and embrace whatever came next.

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