DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE
𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼
we all have those little things we do subconsciously.
marlowe odessa was no different.
lipgloss. everyday before training, every weekend before a match and every morning after breakfast...
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┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ "Sometimes." └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘
2019
MARLOWEKNEWWHATshe was getting herself in for when she started dating Colton.
His tennis skills were amazing, and his personality too. But moving on from such heartbreak was never easy for her.
"You ready, hunny?" Colton spoke from the kitchen of their home. "I've got everything packed into the car."
"Yes, baby. Coming now." Marlowe replied, looking around the kitchen one last time. "Where is it...?" She muttered to herself.
"What are you looking for?" Colton stepped towards her.
"My lipgloss."
The two had set off on their journey, and Marlowe couldn't be more excited. After successfully finding her lipgloss, she was reminded that she was going to be able to play tennis again.
But not actually. She was only allowed to play training matches with Colton, that's all she would allow herself to do.
And where were they going? The New Rochelle Challenger.
Art Donaldson had always believed he was a good tennis player. That was until his wife started making him rewatch his matches and point out all of his faults.
"I'm pulling you out of Cincinnati." Tashi paused the footage and ran her hands over her face.
"Baby-" Art tried to cut in.
"Might as well pull you out of the open, too. If this isn't gonna be our year then, why bother?"
"I'm just rusty. It's a confidence thing." Art tried to persuade her.
"Get your fucking confidence back. I can't do that for you."
"No one's asking you to."
"When you play like that you are. I would've killed to have a recovery like yours. I literally would've fucking stabbed someone. A child, an old lady." Tashi waved him off.
Art turned his head so he was looking right at her. Tashi turned her head to face him.
"What do we need to do to get you to play again?" Tashi spoke solemnly, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "What do you need me to do?"
