[F4F] Track and field affaire

The track was almost empty now.

Just the echo of my footsteps, the flicker of the lights overhead, and you, my coach, standing where you always did — near the fence, your stopwatch dangling loosely from one hand and watching me like you’d been waiting for this moment specifically.

“You didn’t slow down,” You said when I walked over to you, drips of sweat still on my face, my cheeks visibly red.

“I thought that was the point,” I replied, still catching my breath.

  You didn’t smile this time. Your gaze swept over me with something heavier in it — calculation mixed with concern. The kind of look that made me feel seen in a way I didn’t know how to handle. Your eyes studied me for a second longer than necessary — the kind of look that made my pulse go a little higher again, even though I had just finished my workout. Then you stepped closer, lowering their voice.

  “And you always listen.”

  I tilted my head. “That’s because you’re usually right.”

  You laughed quietly, shaking your head. “Careful. That kind of trust is dangerous.”

  “Dangerous for who?” I quickly retorted.

  I saw your smile shifted — not quite amused, not quite serious. “For both of us.”

A breeze rolled across the field. The lights hummed above us. For a moment neither of us spoke, the silence charged with all the things we weren’t saying.

I shrugged. “I trust you.” There was a hint of obedience in my eyes. Since we started working together, my PB’s had massively improved, and I had almost had blind faith in you.

That seemed to land wrong. Your jaw tightened, and for a moment you looked almost… trapped by that answer.

“That’s exactly the problem,” you said quietly.

  I took a step closer. “Then why do you keep pulling me aside after practice?”

  A long silence followed. The kind that feels like standing at the edge of something steep and dark. The kind where you can sense the fall even before it happens.

“You should go home,” you finally said.

  But you didn’t move.

And neither did I.

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