We lost, and I cried. I just didn't understand. I thought we would've won, but I was wrong.
I hate to lose, but I also hate to win every single game. I'm weird like that, no body understood that, or even me.
It's like I don't matter anymore, or at least to some people.
"Baby, you okay?" She asked to softly.
"No..." I whispered to her. I couldn't do it, I broke down right there....
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The deciding shot
Short StoryThis is a story about basketball, romance, tragedy, and hope.