✰ WON • DER • WALL, adjective: someone you find yourself thinking about all the time; a person you are completely infatuated with.
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CHAPTER SIX: MOTH TO A FLAME.
✰ EVEN IF winning and losing were to be the same, they are total opposites of each other. however, the only common thing to come out of both of them, is pain, sorrow, heartbreak, and loss. just like the ying and yang symbol ─ they somehow manage to balance each other out. however, many people have said "you need to work hard in order to play hard. and if you don't, then you just might end up like some people around these parts of town. quitters.
do you want to identify yourself as a quitter? to be looked down upon as someone who has given up so early on their dream?". true story spoken in facts. "come on and open up those eyes. take a good look at the picture that is being painted, for you are your own artist; because what you create, will surely benefit on what is given to you or your peers." now, did you know that there once was a boy who once had a passion for basketball? each and everyday, from the beginning of his elementary school days, he was always seen at a park practicing his skills or chilling at the recreational centre.
slowly, as he started building up his skills and strength, he began signing up every year for the basketball tournaments that was being hosted at his school, or any that the centre. however, it wasn't long after he got into his third year of high school. that was when everything changed and he began to slowly lose his interest in this particular sport. to him; basketball wasn't the same as it use to be when he was growing up. in fact, he was sick and tired of always winning, and wanted to physically know what it felt like to lose a game for once.
he wanted to know how the ache of your heart feels when you are try holding back your tears. being the only person to ever win fifteen games in a row without losing, it can start to become boring towards a certain extent. if said at one point; find something you love, and proceed to do it, especially if it makes you happy with your own self. only having to get tough support from your family, that wasn't enough unless you added your basketball coach to it. from the beginning; the day he first met his coach, was at the park. that same park he's been playing at almost his whole life, was also the place where he met his coach.
"exactly, how many times are you going to bounce that thing? just shoot the damn ball already." stated the coach. their eyes narrowed down in annoyance, a sigh escaping their lips, before using the tip of their fingers to rub the temples of their head. aomine's blue eyes stared down at the orange ball with black stripes that was in his hand, palms faced down as it continued to bounce absentmindedly. he slowly looked up, his eyes meeting his coaches dark eyes; which were filled with annoyance. once coming in contact, he pursed his lips together and clenched the basketball in his hand.
