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Here's to the ones who dream, foolish as they may seem / Mia, la la land
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NEW ROCHELLE, NY ( 2019 )
The light seemed warmer on the inside, fresher from the heat outside. Brielle slipped off her sunglasses as she stepped into the lobby, cool air brushing over her sun-warmed skin. The quiet hum of the ceiling fans and low voices in the background felt like a reprieve from the past few days.
She had her phone pressed to her ear, Valerie's voice crackling softly on the other end.
They hadn't spoken properly in weeks, just texts here and there, little check-ins, promises to call when things slowed down. But hearing her voice now, Brie felt a familiar ache loosen somewhere in her chest. It had been a brutal week. Too many memories, too many ghosts. She hadn't realized how much she needed to talk to her friend.
"You've done a hell of a job with him."
Brie smiled, her heart still beat with pride as she remembered the feeling of watching him play. Holden had devoured Shelby on the court, it had been a rough game, a close one but he had managed to ace him down in the last set.
"I didn't give him the talent," she murmured, "Just made sure it didn't get buried."
"That kid is going places, Brie." Valerie said, her voice gentle, "He reminds me of you."
"I can't believe he is growing up so much."
"I know, it seemed like yesterday when he was learning how to bounce the ball."
They both laughed at the memory. A small sighed formed in her lips, he was heading towards semifinals, he was so close to winning but he had to play against Patrick.
