Hey look I wrote another story. I call this one "Gold Medal".
“Come
on! I can do better than that!” Chris yelled at the tv. He couldn’t do better
than that woman on the U.S. Volleyball team. He couldn’t do better than a
cheerleader with a limp, much less an Olympic level volleyball player. The team had a real chance at the gold this year.
To put
it nicely, Chris was a douche. He was a talentless loudmouth who spent his days
on his in a cubicle. He was between five-foot-four and five-foot-six and nearly
five pounds per inch. Chris was a pig in all respects. He always scared her and
bought her forgiveness with clichéd romance. And that was the worst part. It
was who he was doing it to.
Lily
was an amazing woman. She was the smartest and kindest woman who had ever
walked those halls. But she had left and the vacuum could not be filled. That
was when Bruce knew he loved her. Bruce had been a teacher at Cambridge
Polytechnic. That’s where he met Lily, during her year away from home.
Lily
and Bruce were best friends almost immediately. This concerned Chris but he was
too far away to do anything about it. At first there was nothing physical but
the more time they spent together, the more tension built. It helped that it
was a hot day in Cambridge the first time they made love. They both immediately
knew it would be forever. Lily decided that she will visit home in a couple
weeks and break up with Chris.
At this
point she had been home for a few days and seen Chris more than once. Lily was
just too nice; she didn’t want to hurt Chris. So she found herself watching
Olympic volleyball with Chris, trying to find the right words to break up with
him. She loved Bruce and couldn’t lie to anyone anymore, including Chris.
Chris
was transfixed by the US Womens Volleyball Team. There was a slight lear on his
face.
“We
have to break up” Lily blurted out. She instantly regretted her words. She may
be in love with Bruce, but she still cared enough about Chris to not want to
hurt him.
“What?”
Chris quietly asked, obviously taken aback by the sudden gust of emotion.
“I’m
sorry, I didn’t mean it to come out like that. I just think it’s best we
stopped seeing each other.” Lily was on the verge of tears. She had never done
anything so heart-wrenching.
“What
did I do?” Chris sounded hurt, like a child finding out his parents are
divorcing.
“It’s
not you “Lily couldn’t believe how clichéd she was about to sound so she
checked herself. “I just don’t love you like you love me and I don’t see the
same future you do. I’m really sorry”
“You’re
sorry? There’s someone else isn’t there? It’s that Bruce guy isn’t it?!” He was
hurt, he was angry. He had every right to be.
Lily
bit her lip. She found it harder and harder to look at Chris. Her eyes had
filled with tears and were about to burst. But she held it back as best she
could. She knew the one in real pain here wasn’t her. Worst of all was that he
was right, it was Bruce. But how was she going to say that?
“I’m
sorry.” Lily squeaked out, choking back her tears. She still couldn’t look at
him but she knew Chris was crying. She just wanted to get out of this
situation. She wanted to run. “I’m so sorry”
Chris
couldn’t speak. He was choked with rage and tears. He wanted to find Bruce and
hit him. Hit him again and again. But he knew that wouldn’t get Lily back. He
was flooded by the sudden realization that it was over with the woman he
thought he was going to marry. He wanted
this moment to end so badly. He wanted to be alone. He wished this cold bitch
would get out.
Lily
couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to get out. “I’m sorry”, she let out as
she grabbed her bag and headed for the door, thanking god that she didn’t need
a ride home. The only question she had was whether to call Bruce on the way
home or wait until she stops crying.
Ultimately
she knew she had made the right decision. She loved Bruce and he loved her.
They were a pair. Lily cried all the way home, looking forward to talking to
Bruce over Skype, sorry for the pain she had caused.
Bruce
was watching the US Olympic Volleyball Team playing against the Chinese. He had
no idea what was going on, but Bruce was just watching while he waited for Lily
to come home. She was stuck at work and it was Bruces turn to make dinner. The
lasagna was baking slowly in the oven. The US led by 4. It was starting to look
like they would get the gold.
