𝗘𝗻𝘇𝗼'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 :
"Enzo, what's wrong? I've seen how you play in practice. You don't make as many mistakes as you are now." I frowned.
"It's just some things are on my mind right now."
"Enzo, you don't have to force yourself to stay here. We've done a lot of work. I think you should go home."
"Alright."
"Good choice. Here's some advice, don't think too much about whatever happened. Also, don't try to come up with questions that you know won't be answered. I know it'll be hard, but trust me, it works."
"How do you know?"
Her smile faded immediately. I felt bad. Was it something bad?
"Umm ... that's a ... story for another time."
She cleared my throat.
"Alright, don't forget the advice. I'll walk you to the door."
We went downstairs.
"Mom and dad, Enzo's leaving."
"Alright, sweetheart." her mom said.
"Bye, Enzo. I trust you did your work?" her dad asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Alright, he'll get going."
She walked me to the door, and I walked out.
Strange. She looked like she wanted to cry when I asked her that question.
Maybe I'll take her advice. Don't come up with questions that I know won't be answered.
The next thing on my mind is the breakup. It's fucking toying with my mind.
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