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.

Then, at the very bottom of the page, under something he had never seen before.

Memories (1 result)

The search bar blinked, patient and indifferent.

Then she was gone. A summer accident. A phone call that turned the world to mute.

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.

Arjun typed slowly, the cursor a ticking clock in the quiet of his studio apartment. Searching for- Creed II in-All Categories...

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.