Chapter 4

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Luke Woodhouse's Point of View

21st December 2023

TW: Swearwords

I felt the tears stream down my face and my hands shaking horribly much. Reading all these messages- it-- it really fucking hurt my feelings and self confidence. I lost my round 1 match to a much better playing Berry van Peer. He beat me 3-2 in sets, well played. But then I get off stage and see some of the messages that I've been getting on Instagram right after I lost, and I just couldn't hold in the tears. I could barely breathe, that's how bad it was. I had been reading them as I walked back to my house, and now I was back. I looked up and felt kind of startled when I saw the door was already open, and Rowby staring worriedly at me. As soon as I saw him, my tears grew even bigger and I started sobbing loudly. He quickly pulled me into a hug and inside, closing the door behind us. I couldn't find the strength to hug him back, so I just sobbed into his shoulder. I could feel him slowly taking off my jacket, and I let him. After he had done so, he helped me into the living room. He sat me down on the couch, him sitting down next to me, still letting me cry on him. He pulled me slightly over on top of him, just hugging me as warmly and tightly as he possibly could. "Hey... it's okay. I know you're sad that you lost that match, but at least you were there. Berry played well, you didn't play that great, but that's okay. Everone has off days, it's okay Luke." he said, trying his best to comfort me. "Th-- that's not it." I sobbed, also gasping after air while speaking. I looked up at his nervous expression, he looked really worried. "I-- I... it's just... th- the messages..." I tried saying, but I really couldn't say the entire sentence, 'cause I just couldn't find enough air to. "Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, what messages?" he asked worriedly, placing his hands on my face, to make me constantly looking at him. I reached down in my pocket for my phone, unlocked it, and handed it to him. He read some of the messages, and I could sense him slowly boiling over in nothing but pure rage. He gently, yet very angrily, put my phone down on the table right next to the couch, and then he turned back to me. "Don't let those kind of people get to your head. They're idiots, and shouldn't have any influence on you at all." he said, looking both surprised by those messages, and also fucking pissed off by them. "But you don't understand--" I sobbed but got interrupted. "Yes I fucking do, 'cause I let my so-called parents put down my confidence and trust, and I'm not letting anyone do that to my love." he said, looking 100% honest and sounding frustrated as fuck at the same time. I blushed, and smiled slightly at he said those words. Me? His love? I feel so happy now. Thanks Rowby...

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