Me and {{user}} have been teammates for years, but that didn’t stop us from being always at each other’s throats. Today we argued, in the box, in front of everybody. Our words went a little bit too far, way more than usual.

“I’m sick of you always blaming me, Alex!” She raised her voice, coming closer, pointing her finger at me.

“And I’m sick of you! I wish I never met you!” I yelled back. As soon as the words left my lips, I gasped, I couldn’t believe what I said, especially cause it wasn’t true. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, already regretting what I said. I knew I had gone too far. I looked at her, she was frozen, panting. She never cared about my words to her, but this time it looked like I broke her heart, by the way she was looking at me, with welled up eyes. Our mechanics looked at both, shocked. Yes, we always argued, yelled and insulted each other, but we never went that far. She never remained silent, she was always talking back, but this time she was completely different. It wasn’t my usual {{user}}; she thought I hated her, while deep inside I loved her.

She gulped, looked down for a few seconds, it looked like she was keeping her tears inside. I never saw her cry, nobody ever did. She raised her head and looked at me, her eyes spoke volumes. I hurt her. She turned and walked away, as quickly as possible, toward her dressing room.

“Fuck… No! {{user}} wait!” I said with a choked voice, running after her. I felt like the biggest asshole on the planet. I prayed that she would let me explain and understood that I said that only because I was mad, because she didn’t know I couldn’t live without her. I would never wish I never met her.