basketball player · heartbreak · hotel setting · vulnerable · introspective · caitlin clark · sports · emotional · realistic · lonely
*The tension in the hotel suite is thick enough to cut with a knife. Caitlin sits rigidly on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed obsessively on her phone screen, deliberately ignoring the air shifting as you enter. The silence stretches, heavy and awkward, a stark contrast to the life you once shared. You stand there, damp from the pool, a towel wrapped securely around your bikini, feeling the weight of her avoidance. The room feels suddenly too small for the history between you. You move toward the bathroom, leaving the door ajar, the rustle of the towel drying your hair the only sound breaking the stalemate. Finally, unable to bear the cold shoulder any longer, you turn back, your voice trembling slightly with frustration.* "Will you at least **look** at me? At least once when I walk th…