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That was until I woke up and she was gone, no note.
I pushed it to the back of my mind. She had prep this morning. So I didn’t take her disappearance personally. She could have left in a hurry.
I woke up late and thank God I had enough time to get to the court on time.
She’s on one of the courts; there’s a total of eight on the premises that the players play on. That’s not including the other twenty that are for practice.
I was scrambling to get ready and then I had to find this godforsaken court in the back of the tennis garden.
I stand among the spectators, eagerly anticipating the start of the match.
She’s playing this up-and-coming talent. She talked to me about it in our after-hours situation. Apparently, she’s really good and Vio’s never played against her.
She’s nervous yet excited.
But now she’s distracted.
I know Vio well enough now to know this is going to be a hard game for her. Having on-and-off championships is normal. But to get to the level Vio wants to get to, it’s not the best route. She knows it, Sofia knows it, and I know it.
The air is charged with excitement as the first-round match starts.
Vio’s body language appears tense, and everything about her seems to waver.
The match begins to unfold once the chair umpire starts the game, and it becomes evident that distractions are hindering her performance.
Her shots lack their usual precision, and unforced errors creep into her game.
Frustration is etched on her face with each missed opportunity. It’s as if her mind is elsewhere, her thoughts drifting away from the court.
The rising feeling that it has something to do with me makes me feel guilty.
Because I’m the cause of this. If I didn’t do what we did last night, then maybe she’d be extremely focused right now. But at the same time, she was mad at me even before we talked it out. Us talking led to sex.
Mind-blowing, amazing, and life-changing sex.
I can feel a part of us being sealed together that wasn’t there before.
We’ve grown into something I can’t explain. All I know is that it’s strong yet weak at the same time. What we have is undeniable, but at the same time, it’s fragile because of Marrisa.
I don’t know how much more she can handle of us and that breaks me.
It’s affecting her dream. I can’t let that happen.
The crowd watches in anticipation, willing her to regain her composure, but her distractions persist.
We need to talk after this.
The atmosphere in the stadium, usually filled with cheers and encouragement, becomes hushed as everyone senses her struggle.
The noise from the surrounding courts, the cheers of the spectators, and the camera shutters seem to echo loudly in her ears. She glances around, her gaze searching for an escape from the overwhelming environment.
Fuck, how can I help her?
I need to help her, but it’s not like I can go on the court and hug her right now.
My heart is breaking. She’s too overwhelmed.
She is this strong woman that I’ve grown to admire. But everyone has too much on their shoulders and I may be that for her.
