𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙩.ᐟ 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙠 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧
They say the court is sacred.
Chalk lines like boundaries of belief. Silence before serve like prayer.
But behind the curtains of the tour - past the applause, the press, the polished smiles - there are things that aren't written into rulebooks. Things that can't be coached, corrected, or calculated.
Like the way his eyes followed her when he thought no one was looking.
Like the way the other one smiled only when she walked into the room.
Like the quiet between matches, charged like a storm waiting to strike.
She wasn't supposed to matter.
Not in the rankings. Not on the court.
But she did.
And no one wins when the heart breaks on a fault line.