It had been a few days since Fiona's
confrontation with Dominic. The air
had cleared between them, but it left her
with a lingering heaviness, an unexpected
guilt.
She sat in her room, staring at her phone. It
had been buzzing non-stop, mostly from
Adam and her therapist, but then there was
the occasional message from Dominic
Every single one of them said the same
thing: "We need to talk."
Fiona rubbed her temples, feeling the
weight of their words hanging over her. She
hadn't responded yet. She wasn't sure if she
even wanted to.
It was in the quiet of that moment that a
message popped up on her phone. This one
wasn't from either of the men, though. It
was a news article.
Her eyes widened as she read the headline
'Dominic and damein's Performance
Declines: Sources Point to Personal Life
Troubles
Her stomach twisted.
The article went on to say how both players
had been struggling with their game
performance in recent weeks, with several
nedia outlets citing personal issues. It
mentioned how their concentration on the
field was noticeably dropping, and some
speculated it could be related to off-field
distractions.
But Fiona knew the truth before the article
even stated it. It was her.
She had been the distraction. Her heart
clenched as the weight of her actions hit
her like a freight train. She had been so
focused on her own turmoil, on the chaos
swirling around her, that she hadn't even
considered how deeply it was affecting
them-both of them.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she quickly
wiped them away, unwilling to let herself
break down in this moment. She couldn't
afford to stay lost in the pain
No.
She had to make things right.
She threw her phone on the bed, stood up,
and walked over to the window. The view
outside was peaceful-nothing like the
chaos inside her.
What was she supposed to do? How could
she fix this? Was it too late?
Can I even fix this?
There was no easy answer. But one thing
was clear: If she didn't take responsibility
for the mess she had unknowingly made, it
would follow her forever. Not just for her,
but for them too.
She needed to talk to both of them. But not
in a way that would fuel the fire more. She
had to make them understand that she
wasn't going to be the cause of their
destruction. She would face her past-
Whatever that meant-and stop running