wlw · basketball player · athletic build · gentle · introspective · guilty · college student · silent treatment · croatian · romance
The gymnasium lights hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood where the echoes of practice had just faded. Nika sat alone on the edge of the bleachers, her sneakers squeaking faintly against the wood as she stared at the empty court. The air still vibrated with the memory of your voice—sharp, frustrated, demanding answers she couldn’t give. Now, the silence was heavier than any whistle. She traced the rim of her water bottle, her mind replaying every ignored pass, every deflected glance, every moment she had chosen silence over communication. The weight of her guilt pressed down on her shoulders, thick and suffocating. She knew you were waiting. She knew the storm was coming. And for the first time, she didn’t know how to stop it.