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“I’m finally doing something for myself. My whole life, all I’ve cared about are the people around me and making them smile. But there is only one person in the world who makes me smile the most and that’s Violetta. That’s why I can’t be with you, not because you aren’t great, but because she’s the only person in the world who makes me feel like the sun. You telling me I’m a mistake doesn’t do anything to me anymore because I know I’m not. Hate me all you want, but stooping that low isn’t your style, Marrisa Schultz.”
I drop the white cloth napkin on the table and don’t even pay the bill. I won’t just sit there to make her feel better while she tells me shit like that.
I may have fucked up, but I won’t stand for that treatment anymore.
Walking through the door, I realize that I did it.
I finally broke up with her.
Now it’s time to get Violetta back and I hope it isn’t too late.
JULY
Chapter68
Violetta
“Match point.”
I squat down, waiting for my opponent to serve. The whole crowd is silent, anticipation dripping off their exterior.
I don’t know how I got here. It’s like a blur of events that have all led me to this moment. I’ve played really well; my mind hasn’t had one distraction in the last few weeks.
It’s Wimbledon and who knew that I would be here still, playing to get to the final?
The final.
If I win this, it will be my second grand slam final of the year.
That’s insane.
Last year, I would have never dreamed this for myself.
The middle of the season was rough. I wasn’t playing my best.
But now I feel like I’m emotionally and mentally soaring.
It’s as if nothing fazes me anymore. I feel powerful and confident for the first time in my life.
She throws the ball into the air; her backhand is fast and smart. She’s trying to lead me in the wrong direction. The ball bounces right next to me. I catch it on time and hit it with a blunt force with a shorthand. It falls right next to the net. She’s too far away.
It bounces once.
It stays in the air for what feels like forever. My opponent jumps to catch the ball.
It bounces again.
I drop my racket, overwhelmed by the magnitude of this moment.
Falling to my knees on this hallowed turf, tears stream down my face uncontrollably.
The emotions well up inside me, bursting forth like a dam that can no longer hold back the flood. The crowd’s roaring cheers become a distant hum as I succumb to the overwhelming surge of joy and gratitude.
Through tear-filled eyes, I look up to see the crowd erupting in a frenzy. Their thunderous applause reverberates through the stadium, shaking the very foundation of my being.
It’s a symphony of celebration, a chorus of support, and I’m caught in the middle of it, utterly awestruck.
I’m going to the final.
