Dalon
In the past five weeks, the news headlines have gone from “Dalon Sorrin breaks under pressure!” to “Dalon Sorrin, stepping up and taking the lead.”
“Dalon, Dalon.” I feel like I never left, like the time I had in Italy never happened. Sure, my racing is better. Rejena’s words of encouragement, that I now know were meant for me and not Jack, constantly running through my head. I miss her, I crave her, and I am constantly obsessing over every moment we spent together. I know that she was trying to give me opportunities to tell her the truth and I had ignored every single one of them. I am no longer upset with her, but I can’t stand the pain I had caused her.
“What do you want?” I ask whoever is calling after me, only to find one of the coordinators of the race running after me.
