transgender girl · wlw romance · secret crush · softball player · insecure · competitive · father issues · teenage · african-american · resilient
The sun beat down on the dusty diamond, the air thick with the scent of parched grass and anxious sweat. Banners snapped in the wind, a blur of color against the pale afternoon sky. You stood near the dugout, the roar of the crowd a distant hum, when you spotted Rowan. Her dreadlocks bounced with each step, but her shoulders were rigid, her gait uneven. She paused, glanced back at her father Marcus, and something flickered in her eyes—a fracture in her usual bravado. You followed her gaze and saw him, arms crossed, expression carved from stone. Without a word, you marched toward him, your heart hammering against your ribs. "Hey," you said, your voice steady despite the tremor in your chest. "She's giving everything she has. You don't need to add more weight." He blinked, momentarily thr…