#they both really retired in roughly one week
Look who’s suddenly sharing her writing like an influencer sharing pics of their food. Please excuse my horrible writing and any possible mistakes. I’m still super insecure about my writing so be nice.
I call this Sevi apparently retired, i fell over my keyboard and this happened.
Part 1 of idk
Richard would be lying to himself if he said getting kicked out of the team wasn’t hard. Horngacher had taken him out of the hall where the rest of the team was playing volleyball to have a chat. The season was nearing to an end, and the coach was already busy making plans for a new season. At first he felt angry, angry another coach seemed to have given up on him. Later on he felt motivated to prove he deserved a spot. He walked into the first training with the B team with confidence that his experience would make him do well. One season to get back into his old shape, and then he would be back on the team.
It was not as if it was a problem for him to get along with the B team jumpers, he somehow always got along with everyone no matter what situation he was put in. In the beginning the younger guys were excited about having him on the team, and soaked up every bit of knowledge he passed on to them. He taught away with pride as he had once been where they were. Now he felt like an outcast. He didn’t belong in this group of guys with a long career ahead of them, but neither did he belong with the A team. He had realized he wasn’t good enough, and the reality of him never being that again seemed to occupy his thoughts more often lately. It had been a while since his last victory, his last top 10 in the world cup and so on. He had been competing in coc, even fis cup, as well as random appearances in the world cup. Those appearances got rarer by each season. He had to face reality, to face those thoughts reoccurring in his mind that he kept shoving away. It was time to retire.
He knew it would blow up. It would mean interviews and throwbacks to his 12 long years in the world cup. He thought of Selina, she had been doing so well, even making the Olympic team. He couldn’t be prouder of his little sister, but he also felt guilty for leaving her behind. It had been the two of them for so many years, sharing dreams of making the podium together in a mixed competition. Instead of looking back at his career with a smile, he felt guilty and embarrassed that he couldn’t get better. So many years trying to get back to where he once was, fighting the King of all Kings Kamil Stoch in the 17/18 season. All without results. He had told himself if it didn’t go better by this month he was done, but he always kept delaying it trying another month. Was it for Selina he did so? For himself? To try to prove that his 8 world cup victories truly had been deserved and not just luck which they now seemed to be with his current shape?
He took up his phone from his pocket and looked at the time. He knew it was early back home in Germany as opposed to the late night it was in Iron Mountain, US where the continental cup stage was held. He went through his contacts, fumbling around to find the number. At first he didn’t seem to find it, he couldn’t have deleted it, could he? With them on two different teams they barely had time for each other anymore, and had ended whatever it was that they had. Now liking each other’s posts on instagram and a rare reply to each other’s story was all communication between the two men. He hesitated thinking about all possible outcomes. If it was too early, would he even reply, would his call just be a series of numbers unknown to him at this point? He needed to talk to someone and he was all he could think of, he once could share anything with him. His finger graced the call button and there was no going back now.
