Washington D.C. was not the same has he remembered. It was a lot colder than the last time he was here. Rachel's arms are locked around his. They walk the same pace, gazing around the marvelous architecture on their way to the White House.
"Are you scared?" she asks.
The last time he was here, the city had been roasting him alive at 100 degrees. After winning two out of four awards at the regional competition, his company was selected to compete for the national league. 15 student start-ups across the country were there to compete. They were the best of the best, the cream of the crop. He made many friends at the competition, but none of them compared the relationship he had with Rachel. She was, in many ways, his rival. They met in this very city last summer, where they both won national titles to take home to California.
They were not rivals who brought each other down, rather, rivals who inspired each other to be better.
On their way to the White House, he recalled the thoughts he had in that corner during the regional competition.
His promise to the cop that he never broke, his fateful encounter that would change his life, his family and their mended relationship, and finally, his journey to find himself.
Rachel paces ahead of him, and starts to take pictures with her camera. He was dressed in a suit perfectly chosen for the occasion. He smiles a few times as she clicks the camera, then she hurries back next to him to show him the pictures on the screen.
He then added to those thoughts, and thought about if his life would be the same had he not fallen. As broken as he was, he found the courage to change his life and start a business. Soon, he was meeting CEOs of companies, having lunch at golf courses, and, in a few moments, he will be meeting the President of the United States. He was reborn.
"I guess I'm not that scared now."
"Why is that?" she asks.
"I'm not alone anymore."