"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.
✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩
stqargirl. 2024
started: june 28th
finished:
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•°. *࿐ 2019
CASSIE SAT IN HER hotel room, in new rochelle. her brother and her father were staying in a different room together.
cassie had thanked god for that.
the car ride to the hotel was excruciating. it consisted of cassies father blaming her for still not pursuing tennis, even though she had been advised not too due to her knee injury, but why would he listen?
it also consisted of how talented matthew was, hearing her father gush over her husband was the equivalent of a punch in the face. how matthew had so many titles, that he was on the right path.
the man who made cassie hate herself, question her worth, the man who told her she was worth nothing, and yet, her father worshipped him?
cassie was scrolling on her phone, looking up the details of the challenger, the players, odds, etcetera.
as cassie scrolled, one paragraph stuck out to her.
... the following match, zweig v donaldson. Donaldson will be accompanied by the talented, Tashi Donaldson, who has coached Donaldson for the past years. Zweigs coach is, quoted from himself, "TBD".
'no fucking way.' cassie thought to herself. patrick and art. god, she couldnt get over it.
cassie ran a hand through her hair, groaning as she let her head fall back over the white hotel room couch.
•°. *࿐
that afternoon, cassie sat at the hotels bar, it was dimly lit, but very lavish, to cassies eyes at-least, her father just looked down at the place, acting as-though this was just another hotel.
cassie sat on one of the stools, a small vodka and coke sat in front of her, she had her face rested on her hand, tracing her finger along the rim of the glass.
she felt a presence beside her, one she had felt before.
she turned to see patrick zweig. patrick sat beside her, smirking. his hair messy and he supported a faint scruffy beard on the bottom of his chin.
"wow cassie. you really missed me that much?" he spoke, scooting the stool he sat on closer to her.
cassie let out a dry laugh, taking a sip of her drink, she figured shed need it, talking to patrick.
"dont flatter yourself" she spoke, turning to face him, "im uh, im here with my dad and brother," she confirmed, taking in patricks apperance, noting how tired he had looked.
patricks smirk didnt leave his face, his eyes trailing over her face, her neck, then down to her hand.
patrick looked at her hand that sat on the bars wooden surface, then her fingers, then her wedding ring.
