MARCELLO
I stepped out of the gym, the fresh air hit my face like a welcome slap. I needed to clear my head after the talk with Noah.
The gym felt too small and too confined, and I needed something bigger. I yearned for the open space of the pool.
I approached the pool, and I could sight the blue water. The coach was already there, his eyes scanning the pool deck. He spotted me and a smile spread across his face.
"Marcello! There you are," he called, "I was just about to start practice without you. You've been missing quite a few sessions lately."
His tone was gentle but firm. He was right, and I felt guilty. I knew I had been neglecting my training, letting my personal life take priority.
I took in a deep breath and approached him. "Hey Coach," I said, "I'm really sorry about that.
