Chiara
The arena is still buzzing half an hour later, and we are still taking congratulations from passing pack members. As time goes on, my pulse finally begins to slow from the rush of victory, but I can’t stop smiling.
For once, things feel right.
Vedant stands a few feet away, his hands on his hips as he talks to another competitor offering their congratulations. In the rush of everything that followed the competition, we haven’t spoken a word to each other, not even after we shared that awkward and intense hug.
I tell myself he’s just tired and overwhelmed, ignoring the fact that he was like this before we were even standing at the starting line.
There’s something else there. Something he’s not saying.
I want to ask him about it, but I have a feeling he will dodge the questio
