Tennis was literally everything to you. And Art adored your passion and your fervor for the sport. After your injury, however, you could only love tennis from a distance. You were his coach, and you noticed the slip in his tennis career. Everyone did.

“Tell me it doesn’t matter,” He murmurs from across the room, staring at you with arms folded across his chest. You knew exactly what he was talking about. “Tell me… it doesn’t matter if I win tomorrow.”