„I think Italy has some magic water."
„I think so too."
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He is a good short distance swimmer. His domain is the backstroke. He looks like a model and the female fans can go crazy for him.
She is a diver who masters 3 meters, 10 meters and p...
"And besides, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't walk you to your door?"
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Beatrice lay in bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, listening to the steady breathing of her roommate, Theresa. It was late at night, but Beatrice couldn't sleep. Her mind was too busy, filled with thoughts about the day, Thomas's race, the upcoming training, and all the emotions overwhelming her. She tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but restful sleep still eluded her.
Theresa, her partner in duo diving, slept peacefully in the bed beside her. This was their routine—after evening training or competitions, they would go over their dives together, talk about strategy, and comfort each other when they were nervous. But tonight, Beatrice couldn't find the calm that Theresa usually provided. She didn't want to wake her friend—Theresa had just arrived tonight, and Beatrice let her sleep. Theresa needed rest just as much as she did, but now Beatrice was left alone with her thoughts.
"I need to get out," Beatrice quietly said to herself as she carefully sat up in bed. Her heart began to race at the simple thought. Maybe a walk under the night sky would help her calm down and find the peace she needed.
She slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake Theresa, who stirred slightly in her sleep but quickly settled back into a deep slumber. Beatrice tiptoed around, grabbed a light sweater, and slipped on her sneakers. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should go out so late, but the decision came quickly. She needed fresh air, to clear her mind and organize her thoughts.
Quietly, she slipped out of the room and headed down the corridor toward the exit of the dormitory. The Olympic Village was quiet at this hour, with most athletes long gone to sleep. Only a few night guards and maintenance workers were quietly going about their tasks. Beatrice walked past them, a small smile on her face as they nodded in greeting.
When she stepped outside, she was greeted by the cool night air. It felt refreshing, instantly giving her a bit of energy. The Olympic Village was silent, with only the occasional breeze rustling through the trees, and the lights of the lamps lining the paths that ran throughout the complex.
Beatrice decided to head toward a small park on the edge of the village. As she walked, she played with the sleeves of her sweater, inhaling the night air and trying to calm her restless mind. But as she walked the quiet paths, her thoughts kept returning to the events of the past few days.
She thought about Thomas, about his joy after winning the bronze medal, and how he had asked her to celebrate his success with him. She wondered if she had done the right thing by declining, even though she knew her decision was sensible. Thomas was so sincere, so grateful for her support, and she didn't want to disappoint him. But at the same time, she knew she had to be responsible and focus on her own goals.
When she reached the park, she sat down on one of the benches and looked up at the night sky. The stars shone brightly overhead, and even though the city was only a few kilometers away, the lights of the Olympic Village weren't intense enough to obscure the beauty of the starry sky. Beatrice gazed at those tiny points of light, trying to find answers to her questions in their tranquility.
