Over the next few weeks, I was at a total meltdown point.
I was one step away from freaking the fuck out on everyone.
My dad had missed his job interviews.
I was fucking sick of eating shit snacks as meals.
School was just getting harder and harder.
And soccer was more than exhausting.
At soccer practice, I ran through a drill with my teammates, finding myself tired and just low on energy.
I sat on the ground as they went through a second drill, seeing my coach come to me.
"What's going through your head?" He asked me.
"I think I need to quit" I mumbled, seeing him nod slowly.
"I felt this coming- I watched you fall out of love." He mumbled slowly.
"Just know you're always welcome back, and I'm always in my office if you need." He spoke as I stood, nodding lightly.
"Thank you."
As I started my walk home, I ended up finding a random bench to sit on due to myself getting tired.
I was so lethargic.
As I took my break, Luke called me.
"Hi" I answered happily.
"Hi sunshine, how was school?" He asked.
I went silent for a second
"It was good" I ended up mumbling to him.
"I heard a lot of hesitation in that." He mumbled back to me.
"Just long" I spoke quietly.
"You sound down" he spoke.
"I just quit soccer" I told him, hearing him hesitate.
"Why, pretty girl?" He asked.
"I just don't love it anymore, and it tires me out so much easier than it used to, I don't know what's wrong with me." I mumbled.
"How else are you feeling?" He asked .
"I'm just always tired." I continued.
"Where are you right now?" He asked me.
"A bench outside of a boutique in town." I told him.
"Send me your location, I'm coming to get you."
