The recording ended.
He wasn't searching for Creed II anymore.
Then, at the very bottom of the page, under something he had never seen before.
A Funko Pop of Viktor Drago. She would have called it "adorably terrifying." Searching for- creed II in-All CategoriesMovies...
He kept scrolling, even into A black hoodie with "CREED" across the chest. The exact one she borrowed and never returned. He still had it folded on her side of the closet.
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He didn't click "Movies." He never did. Not anymore. The recording ended
Two years ago, Maya had sat beside him on this same worn-out couch, her feet tucked under his thigh, laughing as Adonis Creed stumbled through the snow. "He fights like you," she had whispered. "All heart, no plan." He had kissed her temple during the final bell.
He was fighting for himself.
He clicked.
He pressed play.
But he scrolled past. Down into A playlist titled "Training Montage 2.0." He clicked. The first song was "Last Breath" by Future. Maya's ringtone. His throat tightened.