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I am visibly still.
She pauses, noticing my stillness, and looks at me as if it’s obvious. “You guys were loud. I had to go for a walk until you were done. It was a two-hour walk and you had just finished when I walked through the front door.” Her mouth is agape as she looks at me like she knows everything.
At this point, I think she knows everything.
“Sorry you had to hear that.”
“Thank you. But as I was saying. She gave you a part of herself yesterday or should I say this morning. I don’t doubt you did the same, but she won’t think that no matter how much you tell her otherwise.”
Her words end off with Vio walking out the door, which I assume leads to the locker room. She’s freshly showered and has changed into her normal clothes, pastel colors and all.
“That match was one of the worst of my life.” She groans in Sofia’s direction.
“You say that every time you lose a match,” Sofia responds.
“It’s her first year and she beat me.” Vio is frustrated.
“You were distracted. That doesn’t count. If your mind had been on the game, you would have obliterated her and you know that.”
When Sofia says she’s distracted, Vio’s gaze is immediately on me.
Suspicion confirmed.
“You’re right.” Vio groans.
“It wasn’t that bad, Blondie. We all have bad days,” I reassure her.
“Well, those bad days have been happening more and more as of late,” she snaps. “Sorry, I’m just stressed.” Vio apologizing almost immediately after makes me feel bad.
She doesn’t need to say sorry for something that is clearly my fault.
“Let’s get you to the car,” Sofia says, taking her hand and guiding her through the crowd.
Vio doesn’t sign anything, apologizing to the crowd, saying she has to leave.
We get back into the SUV that sealed our fate from yesterday.
“I’ll see you later. I’m going to tell the media that you are not going to give a statement about the match.”
Vio nods in appreciation. She doesn’t want to say anything, and I don’t blame her.
Sofia shuts the door and it’s just me and her.
Vio looks at me. I open my arms for her to fall into.
She takes my offer happily and I hold her as we make our way back to the house. My chin is situated on her forehead as her head lies in the crook of my neck.
I break our silence. “Can I ask what distracted you?”
I need to know for my own personal mental state and so that I can assess the situation properly.
“Do you want me to be honest?” she asks.
“Always.”
Vio sighs. “When I woke up this morning, I was so happy. Seeing you in my arms was something I’ve been waiting for. But then realization settled in. I slept with a man in a relationship, and I’ve become the person who I told myself I wouldn’t be. The other woman.”
“Fuck,” I whisper and her pain seeps into my bones. “Vio, you aren’t the other woman, you are my endgame.”
