"even when i couldn't have you, i've always yearned for you."
𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 priorities straight,
her future planned out.
until it all changed.
until she changed it.
all for art.
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stqargirl. 2024
started: june 28th
finished:
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2009 .
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3 years ago cassie was stumbling on the ground, beating herself up for not being able to play tennis, in constant agony. she was finally healed.
the girl sat in her temporary apartment in cincinnati for a tournament, since stanford, cassie had gotten into coaching. ever since she had her injury, she was never the same, it knocked all the confidence out of her. and all the faith her father had in her.
she was brushing her hair, while her cellphone sat on speaker ontop of her bathroom sink. "what?" the girl asked her brother daniel, "this kid has buck teeth i'm telling you." her brother spoke, referring to his one year old daughter, florence whittman.
"she won't have buck teeth, those are just her stubs anyway, they'll fall out." cassie reassured, daniel examined the child teeth, lifting up her top lip. "shouldn't you be down at the court?" daniel asked, "i'm not really playing." cassie sighed, clasping her necklace.
daniel smirked down the phone, "you gonna comfort art?" the boy taunted. not even a week ago, tashi and art had split up, after the whole situation that cassie walked in on, they decided to make them dating official.
cassie was supportive, obviously, but she couldn't help but feel a slight relief when art called her to break the news. she still had a pit in her stomach though, knowing art still did love tashi, they split up according to art because tashi had to focus on tennis, surprise surprise.
it hurt cassie a bit when she would accompany them to lunch, third wheeling. art constantly beaming around his girlfriend while tashi refused to even smile at him.
"okay, dan, i'm gonna go," cassie told her brother, she heard light scrambling as dan spoke to florence, "say bye to aunt cass" he handed the one year old the phone, "bye flo." cassie spoke sweetly as the baby babbled down the other end.
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art was currently on his tour, the atp cincinnati open. he hated to admit it but he started to resent tennis. he used to love it, playing with patrick, being genuinely proud of himself when he won a game.
but it was a chore now, it wasn't losing yourself in the game, putting every ounce of passion into the serve, waking up and feeling motivated to move. it was just hitting a ball to him now.
art was wuth his coach, an older man with sunglasses, stood with a cart full of tennis balls. art had a blue polo shirt and blue shorts on. his coach handed him a ball, art bouncing on the ground a few times, chomping his gum in his mouth as he did so, before throwing it up in the air and serving it to the wall infront of him.
cassie walked into the court, watching art hit the ball, this was probably the first time she'd seen him in about a year and a half. arts coach handed him another ball, art again, bouncing it a few times.
