„Because you wasn't there."
„I was."
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Jawlin thrower whos ex boyfriend is long jumper and her friend is pole vauler.
What can happened when these three are together at Olympic games in Paris, right?
*Second Book - Little Olympic Series*
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The next day began like any other—a sunny morning over Paris and quiet streets as the city slowly woke up to its daily rhythm. Willa, as usual, got up early and prepared for another training session. The few days left before the competition were quickly slipping away, and she knew that every day, every minute spent preparing was incredibly important.
There was a strange mix of excitement and nervousness in the air that hovered over the entire Olympic team. Every athlete had their own ritual, their own way of coping with the pressure of the upcoming competition. For Willa, the escape was training—intense training that often had little to do with javelin throwing. Her pre-competition workouts often consisted of several kilometers of running and plenty of push-ups and burpees. Maybe the push-ups and burpees helped, but running? It was useless for javelin throwing. Yet when she ran, she felt free; her thoughts became clear, and her body responded exactly as it had been taught after years of hard work.
When she arrived at the training center, several of her colleagues were already there, preparing for their own sessions. Willa stretched, put on her headphones, and took a deep breath. Today, she wanted to take it seriously, focusing on speed and technique. She needed everything to click—and click perfectly.
Once she started running on the track, her world shrank to the steady rhythm of her steps and breath. It was as if all the problems and worries she had with Miles melted away into the distance. Here on the track, all that mattered was performance, speed, and the goal ahead.
The training went smoothly. Her body felt strong, each step was precise, and her breathing was steady. Willa picked up the pace and felt the blood pumping through her body. This was exactly what she needed—to clear her mind a bit and let the physical exertion calm her thoughts.
After finishing the first session, which lasted longer than planned, she collapsed, exhausted, onto a bench by the track. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her muscles burned pleasantly. That was the first workout of the day, just running, but after lunch, she would return for her javelin training, which she also needed if she wanted to win. She took a long sip of water and wiped her forehead with a towel when suddenly she heard footsteps approaching her.
It was Mondo.
"So, how did it go?" he asked with a smile as he sat next to her. He too had finished a tough session, but his face still wore the same calm, relaxed look he always had. Sweat dripped from his forehead too, which at least made something about his perfect appearance a bit imperfect—but despite all the sweat, Willa still thought he was the most perfect guy on the planet, and even with all that sweat, she wanted to hug him, maybe even kiss him.
"Yeah, it went well today," Willa replied with a smile, still catching her breath. She had really cleared her head during the run, and that was the most important thing. She needed to clear her mind before the competition because if she thought about everything else besides the javelin throw, she'd mess up and wouldn't throw her personal best, which she wanted to break during this Olympics. "I'm exhausted, but it was worth it."
