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Corentin could not define the link between him and Joyce.

They were not lovers. They were not in love with each other, at least, he was not in love with her--and he didn't have doubts on the fact that it was the same on her side. But they weren't friends either. He thought they needed a new category just for themselves, a category stuck between “lovers” and “friends.”

They always say that one person always loves more than the other. Corentin knew that, and all his life, he had tried to find out which position was the worst. Being the person who loves the most seemed to be terrible, because there is nothing you can do to calm feelings. But being the person who loves the less is difficult as well, because the other person seems overwhelming.

That's exactly how Corentin felt. Overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by his own feelings. Because in that particular case, he was the one loving the most.

He knew it. He could see it clearly. Joyce was always the same, but he always felt like she was distancing herself from him when she was not.

He used to accept when she had to leave suddenly after training, now, it was painful for him. He was starting to be paranoid. Maybe she was busy with someone else; that's why she could not stay. Maybe she replaced him a long time ago, but she was scared to vex him, so she was hiding it from him.

He could not help but feel jealous when she was talking to some of his teammates. He did not want to share her, because he was her favorite player, he had the main place in her heart and he could not bear the thought of being downgraded.

She did not know that. He did not want her to know, never. She would leave him for good, and he would die without her. She was indispensable now, she could not leave his life.

And the more he felt like that, the more he knew that they were coming close to the end.