On the Pitch: Diego's Story

Chapter 16

The apartment is bathed in the gentle afternoon light that filters through the sheer curtains. The living room is a serene space, marked by a well-worn couch, a coffee table scattered with textbooks, and a few empty coffee mugs. The atmosphere is calm and cozy, a quiet refuge from the chaos outside.

Diego is lying on the couch with his head resting on Maya's lap. His phone is clutched loosely in one hand, its screen glowing with a pale blue light. He's been reading through messages and articles about the recent match where he was benched, and the team lost 4-3. His frustration is evident, though he remains nearly silent.

Diego mutters softly, "They did bench me and look where it has gotten them?"

The articles and messages he's reading are a mix of speculation and analysis, none of them particularly supportive:

"Tough break for Diego being left out. What's the coach thinking?"

"Team missed Diego's energy on the field. Was it a mistake?"

Each message adds to his frustration, feeding his doubts about the decision and his place in the team.

Meanwhile, Maya is seated comfortably, her focus on her university notes. Her exams are approaching, and she's deeply engrossed in studying for her semester. The notes are spread across her lap, and her eyes scan the pages as she reads aloud softly to herself.

Maya murmurs, "Globalization influences economic structures and cultural exchanges..."

Her voice is steady, a calming backdrop to Diego's troubled thoughts. One hand gently plays with Diego's hair, her fingers running through the strands in a rhythmic, comforting motion. It's a small gesture that brings him solace amidst his frustration.

Diego says softly, "Do you think it was a mistake to bench me?"

Maya glances down at him, her eyes soft with understanding. She can see the tension in his face and the worry in his eyes.

Maya replies, "It's hard to say. Coaches have their reasons, and it's usually not just about one game. You've done a lot for the team, and they know that."

Diego sighs, breaking the silence again. "I just don't get it. I've been putting in the effort, doing everything right, and still..."

He pauses, searching for the right words, and Maya glances down, sensing his turmoil.

"Diego, listen," Maya says softly, pausing her studies to focus on him. "You've been amazing this season. Everyone knows that. Sometimes, coaches make decisions that we don't understand at the moment. Maybe they wanted to try a new strategy or give you some rest for upcoming games."

Diego frowns slightly. "I know, but it just feels like... like they don't trust me or see what I bring to the team."

"It's not about trust," Maya reassures him, her voice gentle yet firm. "It's about seeing the bigger picture. You've already proven yourself time and time again. This one game doesn't define you or your future."

"You've overcome so much to get here, Diego," Maya continues. "You're resilient and talented, and everyone sees that, even if it doesn't feel like it right now."

Diego nods slowly, processing her words. Feeling the warmth of her support, Diego turns around slightly, pushing his head deeper into Maya's lap. The sudden movement tickles her, and she lets out a soft giggle, but Diego doesn't notice. Instead, he wraps his arms around her waist, holding her affectionately.

"Maya," Diego says softly, his voice filled with emotion, "you're the best. You keep my head and heart in check. My wifey, always looking out for me."

Maya blushes at the affectionate nickname, her heart swelling with love and warmth. She continues to run her fingers through his hair, feeling the connection they share.