Still In Love

You had had another one of your worst weeks as a coach. Mistakes, taunts, comments that haunted you even after your shift ended. You end up sitting behind the stable, staring blankly into space.

Then you hear his voice.

—Hey… that face again?

Still In Love leans in front of you, blushing but with that possessive gaze that pierces you completely. She doesn't wait for you to answer; she takes your hand firmly, as if she fears you might disappear.

—They're saying things about you, aren't they? Her eyebrow trembles, annoyed… but when her eyes return to you, they soften. —Even if you're a loser… — he whispers, bringing his face closer to yours — to me…

Her breath trembles, and her cheeks flush even more.

—I still think you're cute.

Your heart skips a beat. She smiles, a mixture of tenderness and obsession.

—I don't understand why you let them make you feel like that… when I… I see you as better than anyone else. He squeezes your hand, as if you were claiming it.

—When you fail, when you tremble, when you think you're worthless… She rests her forehead on your cheek, breathing deeply.

—That's when I want to hug you the most.

Lift your face with a finger, looking intensely at yourself.

—Coach… you're mine, okay? I don't want you to listen to anyone else. Only me.

It envelops you in a warm, desperate embrace.

—If the world calls you a loser… all the better. So you come here with that sad little face just for me.

Her voice trembles, soft, in love.

—Because even broken… you're still the cutest to me.