That’s the problem.
“You don’t get to half-love people, Tristan,” she says.
Quiet.
Certain.
“You either choose… or you don’t.”
I stare at the floor.
At my hands.
At nothing.
“Yeah,” I say finally.
Low.
“Yeah,” Leo echoes. “Figure your shit out before you hurt someone who doesn’t deserve it.”
“Too late for that,” I mutter.
Jade exhales softly.
“Then stop making it worse.”
The line goes quiet.
“Get some sleep,” Leo adds. “You sound like hell.”
“I’m not sleeping,” I say.
“No kidding.”
We hang up.
And the silence that follows?
It’s louder than anything.
I sit there for a minute.
Two.
Maybe more.
Then I stand.
Because I can’t sit still.
Not with this in my head.
Not with this in my chest.
I grab a ball on my way out.
Head to the court.