Her Captain, The Gamemaster

Back Then, When We Were Innocent

What happened next, was confusing. I remember walking home and heading to shower but I don't remember how it looked. I think I've gotten to used to doing everything with my eyes closed. Its a pretty cool habit but it means I'm lazy.

I felt the hot water wash off the last few soap suds and I feel my hands turn of the tap. I step out of the shower cubicle onto a red mat and grab my towel. Opening my eyes for the first time in hours, I feel light and refreshed, despite crying heavily for 2 hours.

I never cry.

I shouldn't allow my emotions to control me. I shouldn't let my anger, my fear,  my sadness overwhelm me. I shouldn't let my happiness, my joy and my hope blind me.

I can't.

Yet I've been blind for so long that I couldn't see what was right in front of me.

I close my eyes to continue preserving my energy and begin to dry my self slowly as to not accidentally twist something. Wiping off a couple stray water droplets from behind my neck, I pull out my messy bun and wrap my hair tie around my wrist. My hair was still dry thankfully and I walk off the mat to a shelf where I left my pajamas, turning off the shower speaker which was playing Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan softly, the beat matching my heart beat.

I drop my towel into a hamper and open my eyes a little, only to see my foggy reflection in a mirror. I wipe off the water vapor to stare myself in the eyes.

'Why is this me?'

So boring, so plain.

I wonder how I made good enough friends that cry over my departure. I've never considered my teammates as friends. I've always thought they were just my teammates. I think about how it happened, but only one question made it's way to my mind.

'Soo-ah, why me?'

~Flashback~

The tiny child took a small light blue and white volleyball and spun it in the air twice using her left hand before repeating this on her right hand. She dropped the ball twice on the ground, leaving a satisfying 'thump' as it bounced back.

It was so quiet. The invisible girl loved it.

Not wanting to open her eyes, the girl threw up ball up before landing a smooth serve on the other side of the court.

After landing that serve, she took the same ball and served again. And again. And again.

She walked to the other side of the empty room before serving again.

After what seemed like countless serves, the dark figure opened her eyes, just a little.

And then, all hell broke loose, the empty room turned into a stadium and the room erupted in cheers.

25-3

25-0

'Straight sets,' the figure said to her mind, like it wasn't obvious enough. She caught a glimpse of her teammates shocked faces as she walked away and the open mouths of her opponents. All of them were shocked, not saying a word.

Except her.

Smiling brightly and taking in a large gasp, a slightly taller figure had stared at the retreating figure with admiration and admiration only.

The smaller girl saw the other figure out of the corner of her eyes but made no effort to walk towards her.

Keep your eyes ahead. And ahead only.