"But... why didn't you tell me?" There was a desperate-sounding crack in his voice when his eyes finally met mine and I knew it was now or never.
"I was scared of what you'd say. Getting rid of Cayden was never an option for me, and now that you wer...
It's been almost three years to the day that I left my hometown to play college basketball and about the same amount of time since I made the worst decision of my life.
The second I stepped foot onto campus, people treated me like instant-royalty. I had been on their radar since my growth spurt in the tenth grade, along with averaging at least 30 points per game.
I was greeted with a welcoming committee-- a few players from the team along with a few cheerleaders, who all welcomed me and helped me adjust to being on campus.
I missed Amina every day and tried my best to call as often as I could, but I wasn't perfect. Along with basketball conditioning, I was taking a few summer courses to get more familiar with the campus. It seems like I was busy non-stop.
A part of me also wanted her to truly enjoy her summer break and senior year. I didn't want her sitting at home every weekend missing me. I wanted her out there having fun.
When we did talk, something was off, I could tell. I just didn't know what it was. Whenever I asked, she'd say she was fine then would change the subject. I was starting to think the worst right before fall classes started.
Maybe she was getting over me.
To get my mind off everything, I tagged along with a couple of guys on the team to a frat party.
I should've fucking stayed home.
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Instead, I got blackout wasted and ended up bringing some girl back whose name I couldn't remember if there was a gun pointed at my head.
I had just finished explaining that last night was a one-time thing when someone knocked on the door. She opened it and as she left I saw the look on Amina's face the exact moment I broke her heart.
She didn't want to touch me and I really couldn't fucking blame her.
I was disgusted with myself.
I hated myself for what I had done to my princess, who was now walking away. I should've followed her, but something kept me frozen in place. In the back of my mind, I knew letting her go be happy with someone else wasn't an option I could live with, but I knew I was the last person who deserved her.
The look on her face before she walked away let me know-- Amina Davies was lost to me forever.
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