Love-Love Lost

Chapter 3

After Eve leaves, I find myself alone on the court, the echoes of her accusations lingering in the air. The abandoned items left by previous girls catch my attention, each one a small reminder of the interactions and relationships that have passed through here. As I pick them up, I can't help but reflect on Eve's words.

Her disbelief that I could be serious with any of the girls I train stings. She doesn't see the hours spent coaching, the genuine connections formed, or the professional respect that defines my interactions. Her assumption that I flirt with everyone I encounter on the court reveals a misunderstanding of my dedication and professionalism.

And then there are her comments about my partner. She knows nothing of our history—just a casual relationship that was never more than a few dates and occasional hookups when convenient. It was never serious, but Eve's insinuations imply otherwise.

I pause, sorting through the scattered belongings, feeling the weight of Eve's misjudgments. Each item tells a story of its own, just as my interactions with each girl have their own unique narrative. Eve's departure has left me with more than just physical remnants; it's left me questioning how others perceive me and my relationships.

I retrieve my crutches and make my way back into the building, each step a reminder of my recent encounter with Eve. Inside, I glance around, hoping to find company to avoid dining alone, but the main rooms are deserted.

Navigating towards the dining hall, I search for something quick to eat. The clatter of trays and the aroma of food greet me as I enter. Hungry and still preoccupied by Eve's words, I scan the options, looking for a meal that requires minimal effort.

I carefully select a tray with a freshly made sandwich and navigate through the bustling dining hall, the clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation surrounding me. Despite the lively atmosphere, I feel a sense of isolation.

Finding an unoccupied spot, I settle into a chair, crutches leaning against the table beside me. Taking a moment to collect myself, I sigh deeply before unwrapping the sandwich. The first bite is a welcome distraction, the flavors momentarily diverting my mind from the day's events.

As I eat, I observe the other diners, their animated discussions providing a distant backdrop to my solitary meal. With each bite, I try to hasten the process, eager to leave the room and find solace in the quiet of my room.

After finishing the sandwich, I carefully place the empty tray with practiced ease near the exit. The act of tidying up offers a small sense of accomplishment amidst the emotional turmoil. Walking back to my room, each step is a reminder of the physical toll of the day. My leg throbs with a dull ache, exacerbated by the prolonged activity.

Entering my room, I close the door behind me and sink onto the edge of the bed with a soft groan. Leaning back against the pillows, I finally allow myself a moment of rest. The comfort of familiar surroundings briefly eases the tension in my shoulders.

Just as I begin to relax, my phone vibrates on the nightstand, pulling my attention away from the lingering discomfort. With a gentle smile, I reach for it and unlock the screen, heart-lifting at the sight of Kennedy's name.

I quickly answer the phone and lean back against the pillows, a smile spreading across my face. "Miss me already?" I tease as Kennedy's laughter fills the line.

"Oh, please," she quips back, her voice warm and familiar. "I had to make sure I haven't lost you to the groups of superfans I'm sure you have there."

Her playful tone brings a sense of lightness to my mood, momentarily lifting the weight of earlier concerns. It's reassuring to hear her voice, grounding me in the familiarity of our connection amidst the whirlwind of my thoughts.