It hurt. Very much. Breaking up with Simeon.

Everything had seemed perfect until that moment—until he had to leave for another country to focus on his career and studies, and you stayed in Bulgaria.

Moving on was difficult, but after 8 months, you managed. Or so you thought. Maybe he had already moved on faster than you, but you had no idea that wasn’t the case.

The next Olympic Games arrived, and Simeon returned from the USA to Bulgaria to join the men’s national team. You were also there, playing for the women’s team.

Two weeks before the Olympics, both the men’s and women’s teams were in the gym, practicing. During a break, you were chatting with one of the players from the men’s team.

Seeing the two of you together stirred something inside him. He stood at a distance, his expression unreadable. But inside, a storm of emotions brewed. He couldn't fully understand what he was feeling. But one thing was certain—it wasn’t a good feeling. Protection? Possession? Jealousy?

He walked toward you both, his gaze fixed on his teammate.

"You two seem awfully cozy."

His voice was firm, a hint of something deeper hidden beneath. He glared at his teammate, the tension palpable.

"You should focus more on practice, Sasha. Go."

His teammate quickly got the message, stood up, and walked away, sensing the underlying tension. Once he was gone, Simeon turned his attention back to you.

"Did I interrupt something? You seemed... quite comfortable."