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Kelton
My entire life, as far back as I can remember, I had a baseball in my hands. Baseball was the one true constant in my life. A game I've always loved, and I'm good at it.
So when my dream came true to play professionally, everything felt like it'd finally aligned. I dropped everything, but the hardest part, was leaving my family and those I love behind.
Emerson He'd gotten the chance of a lifetime. So it would have been wrong for me to hold him back. I smiled, and wished him the best, pretending that watching him leave wasn't one of the hardest things I'd ever faced. I'd pretended, and done a great job at it, until I was invited to travel with a group of friends to watch him play. Everything was different under all the lights, with the sounds of thousands of fans cheering. It was surreal, and when our eyes met, all those feelings I'd tucked away came rushing back.
How do I pretend that I don't still feel like Kelton James has my heart in his hands. How do I hold back, when he pulls me in for a hug. The familiar scent of his cologne taking me back to the last time he held me close.
Most importantly, how do I walk away a second time?
๐๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ง๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฎ๐ข๐ป๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ. ๐๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ.











