How could this happen?
How could everything they had worked for be slipping through their fingers like sand?
I couldn't help but remember the countless late-night strategy sessions, the dreams he had shared with me, the passion igniting his every word.
This was supposed to be their moment, the culmination of his dreams and aspirations.
I wanted to scream at the screen, to shake the anchors and demand they do something, anything to change the outcome.
Then, just as I thought I could take no more, a shift occurred.
The numbers began to rise again. Karim's party surged with unexpected momentum, and I felt the weight lift slightly from my chest.
My breath caught in my throat as I watched the screen intently, willing the numbers to climb higher, to push back against the impending doom.
