Game 6 – TD Garden, Boston vs Miami

The lights still roared. The anthem still played. But the buzz was different. Cameras zoomed in on the empty seat at the end of the Celtics' bench.

Kyle Wilson sat in street clothes, hoodie up, left leg in a soft brace. Headphones on. Dead silent.

Inside, he was screaming.

On the court, the team fought with new fire. Jayson Tatum took over early—fadeaway jumpers, pull-up threes, full-court sprints. Jaylen Brown matched the energy with two monster dunks that shook the arena.

But they weren't Kyle.

There was no weakside steal that turned into a fast-break reverse slam. No chasedown block at the rim. No unpredictable midair contortion layups. The chaos factor was gone.

Miami smelled blood.

Jimmy Butler went surgical. Bam dominated the glass. Tyler Herro caught fire in the third.

Late in the fourth, Boston trailed 102–97.

Tatum drove, pulled up—swatted by Butler. Fast break. Herro three. 105–97.

The game slipped.

From the bench, Kyle stood up. Walked halfway toward the scorers' table, ready to rip off the hoodie. Udoka raised his hand.

"No."

They locked eyes.

Kyle sat down, fists clenched.

Final score: Miami 110 – Boston 99. Series tied 3–3.

Postgame Locker Room

The team was silent.

Until Marcus Smart stood up and shouted, "We got one more game. One more!"

Everyone rallied around the center.

Jaylen grabbed Kyle by the collar and pulled him into the middle.

"You started this fire," he said. "We're gonna finish it."

Kyle didn't smile. But in his eyes—rage and respect danced.

After Midnight – Training Facility

Kyle was alone.

Dripping sweat.

He couldn't play—but that didn't mean he'd stop.

Ari showed up at 1:47 AM.

"You're not supposed to be here," she said.

Kyle didn't stop sprinting drills. "You think I'm gonna rest while they bleed for me?"

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