Page 40 of Game Point
‘And what, you are?’ The words escaped me before I could stop them. I shook my head. I’d burned through too many coaches in my career to know that I needed to give Brooke more time. ‘I need to see it through.’
‘Yeah, but to what end?’ he said. ‘Everything you tell me about her, it’s a red flag.’
I bit my lip again, and I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes latched onto the movement, my breath hitching slightly at the realization. I found my words, his eyes matching mine again. ‘This is my chance to prove to everyone I can do this. I got to the finals in Wimbledon and New York, and I’ve always played better on hard courts. I could win this.’
His next words felt like a bucket of ice-cold water thrown over me.
‘You could also lose.’ My shoulders straightened as I managed a step back from him, the distance between us tearing open again, like a barely healed wound being cut at. He continued, ‘She could give you more shitty advice and you could lose again.’
My shaky palms ran down the soft silk material of my dress, soothing my rising nerves. ‘I need to see this through, Oliver. If I can’t win here …’ I trailed off, losing my nerve. ‘I’ve been playing for so long, and I am running out of options here. If I can’t do this, if I can’t even win here, I don’t know if I’ll make it to Melbourne. I’m exhausted and this pressure, it’s unbearable.’
I waited for him to bring up the bet, to tell me that I couldn’t quit because I’d owe him a stupid round of drinks. Waited for him to tell me that I was being an idiot, and that I was wasting more of my potential.
Instead, he surprised me with his arms wrapping around my shoulders, my body pulled into his. The instinct to fight the sudden embrace was fleeting and instead I easily relaxed. As if I’d been starved of human touch, as if he knew exactly what I needed at that moment.
‘You know I believe you can do this, right?’ He pulled back from the hug, his head slightly hung. ‘I’m sorry for saying that.’
‘I know,’ I nodded. ‘I just … I feel like if I don’t see this through, the competition, working with her, all of it … it’s like the last possible thing I could do to win.’
‘This is not your last chance, Dylan,’ Oliver pressed. I heard his words, knew how he truly believed what he said. But the words didn’t ring true to me, not anymore.
‘I think I need it to be.’ I resolved, finally finding the words to match the feeling that had been growing for a while. ‘If I have to keep going, running on empty, I’m going to lose my mind trying to win. I want to be done with the sport long before it’s done with me.’
‘That’s how I feel,’ he admitted. ‘But I think I’m already there.’
‘I’m proud of you.’ I looked at him, the setting sun making his skin glow in the beautiful light. His strong features had never looked so soft. ‘For knowing when to pivot. Some of us like to cling on for as long as we can. It takes a lot of strength to acknowledge when it’s time to do something different.’
‘Thank you.’ His voice sounded a little choked up as his hand stretched out and found mine again. I tried to ignore the comfort at the touch of his palms, pushed away at the feeling of his hand wrapped around mine. ‘That means a lot.’
I smiled back at him, grateful no matter what for his friendship. We stood there, watching the sunset on the vast city around us, the sky turning pastel hues of orange and peach as the sun disappeared.
Glancing back, I tried once again to take him in. For weeks I’d only known his voice through a phone. Now, seeing him again, the weeks apart made it clear how much our friendship had grown since that first time he’d spoken to me at the party.
Clearly, our relationship was not the same. And without either of us knowing it, everything was about to change.
OLIVER
Good luck on your match today!
DYLAN
Thanks! Who are you watching?
OLIVER
You of course!
DYLAN
THAT LAST SHOT!!
OLIVER
That’s a tournament highlight for sure!
DYLAN
Thanks! I was a little proud of that one.
