She sat on the bleachers, and counted the number of players before hers would be up. It was humid and sticky, but there was no where else she'd choose to be. This was it. After this, there would be no more games, no more cheering until losing her voice, and no more hours in the car traveling to tournaments together each weekend. As the clock ticked down, she couldn't help but think about all of the precious moments there had been. Her phone was filled with shots of him batting, running, laughing on the sidelines, but nothing that showcased all the feelings this last brought to the surface. She'd give anything to hold onto this moment...