In between- Spoke x oc!Fem

XXXIV

I sat on my bed, stretching my ankle out slightly, feeling the familiar twinge that had been with me ever since that day on the court. My physical therapy session was coming up soon, and while the pain had eased enough for me to start walking again, there was still this weight hanging over me—something heavier than just the injury.

Spoke had been my lifeline, more than I could've ever imagined. We talked every single day, sometimes for hours, catching up on everything or just sharing random things. He had this way of making everything feel lighter, even when I was stuck in my head. If I was having a bad day or feeling down, he'd send me something funny, and without fail, it would cheer me up. He made me feel like I wasn't alone, even though we were thousands of miles apart.

And I missed him. A lot.

I missed everyone, actually. The LifeSteal SMP felt like a different world now. Sure, we still played together sometimes, and the streams were still fun, but something felt distant, like the connection wasn't quite the same. Maybe it was just me being in my own head, or maybe it was because of everything that had happened. I couldn't shake the feeling that things had changed.

With a sigh, I grabbed my phone off the bed and scrolled through the messages between me and Spoke. I stared at our most recent texts, my thumb hovering over the screen. He was always checking in, asking about my ankle or sending me funny clips from streams, knowing just how to pull me out of my funk. It made me feel better, sure, but there was still this nagging feeling that something was missing.

I missed being able to see him in person, to hear his laugh without needing to wait for a call or a text. It was weird how much that mattered now—how much I wanted that real, in-person connection again. I never thought I'd get so used to it, but after Japan, everything was different. We weren't just friends online anymore. We were something more, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if we weren't so far apart. If I didn't have to count down the hours until our next call.

Shaking the thought away, I knew I had to focus. My physical therapy session was coming up, and I needed to get ready. Walking again was a huge step, but I still had a long way to go before I could get back to volleyball. My ankle wasn't fully healed, and pushing myself too hard would only make things worse. But still, I was impatient. I wanted to get back to the court, to feel like myself again.

Just as I stood up to leave, my phone buzzed in my hand. Another text from Spoke, almost like he could sense I needed the distraction. I smiled as I opened it.

Spoke❤️‍🔥🙈:

HIIIII

how is ur ankle doing???

AVS!!❣️:

Getting there

But I'm still taking it slow

Don't want to rush it and end up making things worse

His reply came almost instantly.

Spoke❤️‍🔥🙈: 

Smart

You'll be back before you know it, though.

I've got faith.

I couldn't help but smile at that. Somehow, he always knew what to say, even from so far away.

AVS!!❣️: