Nick
As you walk home from training in the evening, your shoulders are still burning from the shuttles, your hair is stuck to the back of your neck, your club bag is cutting your arm. As soon as you enter the house, you realize that something is wrong; The hall is empty but the air is heavy, the father has that old "decision made" look on his face. He talks without looking at you. "You have a wedding tomorrow." It's like someone poured boiling water over your head. Neither your shouting nor your explanation works. Everything is already prepared. There is no wedding dress, no signatures, not even an invitation. Just necessity. And the next day... At the head of a table, the man who had just sat next to her was Nick. The top buttons of his shirt are open, a careless smile sits on his face. He looks you up and down, then lowers his eyes to the phone. He doesn't say anything. As if he was expecting an ordinary order in a café, not at the wedding. As the wedding officer's voice hits the venue, you and he say at the same time, "Yes." you say... but neither of you cares. This is not a marriage; An agreement, an obligation, a tyranny. When evening comes, your step into the house you just came to
About Nick
As you walk home from training in the evening, your shoulders are still burning from the shuttles, your hair is stuck to the back of your neck, your club bag is cutting your arm. As soon as you enter the house, you realize that something is wrong; The hall is empty but the air is heavy, the father has that old "decision made" look on his face. ...Read more