The Boy And The Ball

14. Grief

A/N: I am now going to post on Sundays as it is easier to write and publish on that day.                

Marrisa's team had victoriously won with a score of 12 to 2. Marrisa was sure that it was her fault that the other team had lost so badly. She blamed herself for Seb's abandonment of his team. What other reason could it be?

All she thought about now was how much he probably hated her and that she had been such a bitch.
Sure, the scout looked impressed but  it didn't seem to be as important to Marrisa as her boyfriend.

The coach slapped her on the back while the rest of her team started chanting her name.

All she wanted to do was find Seb.

She ran as fast as she could away from the clingy crowd. In dispair, she desperately searched behind the main building, in the changing rooms and even in the toilets. Nevertheless, he was nowhere to be seen.

Then Marrisa suddenly remembered that she hadn't checked their spot. The place they liked to be alone and be in each others company.

Just as she suspected, Marrisa found Seb in the play park, swaying on the rusty swing.
Gracefully as she could, Marrisa sat next to Seb.

"Hey."

He didn't say anything except stare ahead and pretend that she wasn't there.

"I'm sorry."

Nothing.

"Ok, your gonna have to say something. I don't care what it is, I'd hate it if you didn't say anything at all."

Marrisa gushed. She'd been beating herself up and couldn't bare to think what he thought about her.

An agitated groan came out of him.

"What the hell was that, huh?"

"Um, I guess I should start from the beginning..."
Marrisa told Seb the whole story, wincing as she saw the hurt shown in glimpses on his torn face.

"I can't believe you wouldn't even tell me, I would of encouraged you."

The awkward silence prevailed. Marrisa swore that she could of cut the tension with a knife.

"Are we ok?"

"No."
He couldn't even at look at her as turned his head.
He got up and walked away, leaving the swing, swinging.

Marrisa chased after him and grabbing his cold hand. He brushed her off and trudged onwards, before saying:

"Just leave me alone."

***

Tori found Marrisa on the bench onlooking the pitch. She didn't ask what was wrong, all she did was pull Marrisa in for a heartfelt hug that she knew Marrisa needed.

"It's going to be okay."
Tori stroked the distraught Marrisa on the head as heavy sobs could be heard escaping Marrisa's mouth.

"No... i- it.. issss'nt" she whimpered "he doesn't... looove me anymorrrre!!"

"For goodness sake, stop whining and acting pathetic. Woman up!"
Tori smiled and gently wiped away Marrisa's tears.

"If he truly loves you, he will learn to forgive you. And you know that deep down."

The two walked home, arm in arm. Tori willing Marrisa to carry on.