#feelnot

❝ my pt said i should be cleared for play again soon. ❞ he's practically vibrating as he speaks, excitement radiating off him in waves. it's no surprise, really. any athlete would be the same after being benched for almost two years. his injury has been a persistent one, refusing to heal the way everyone would prefer it to. ❝ i feel like i'm gonna go to his clinic on autopilot, y'know? like, okay, it's tuesday, time to go see rob again. ❞

            finding  herself  trapped  in  a  sea  of  sweaty  bodies,  deafening  EDM  beats,  and  flashing  lights,  dahee  could  only  describe  the  scene  as  her  own  personal  circle  of  hell.

 she  had  originally  come  to  meet  a  friend  from  university,  but  surprise,  surprise—  they'd  bailed  on  her  for  a  hot  date.  c l a s s i c.  and  now,  here  she  was:  stiff  as  a  board  in  the  corner  of  the  room,  clinging  to  her  cocktail  glass.  her  grip  was  so  tight,  her  knuckles  had  gone  ghost  white.  and  as  much  as  she  wanted  to  mingle,  she  had  absolutely  no  idea  how.  truly  a  lost  cause.  "  maybe  i  should  just  leave  .  .  "  she  mutters  under  her  breath,  carefully  inching  along  the  wall  like  some  socially  anxious  crab,  aiming  for  the  exit.