A paper moon affair on the field

It was an appallingly cold day that splintered into an overwhelmingly confused and shock-ridden situation. I sat for four hours in the penetrating cold, painfully forced myself to athletically socialise, heralded a triumphant reunion against all odds...

And against all odds, all I received was a slanting look; a few words spoken out of sympathy and glee; expletive-mingled outrage (that warmed my heart); a defiant, mocking decision; spiraling disaster; and then cold silence.

All I feel is regret that I didn't stick to my half-hearted decision and start again next year. I hate this feeling of guilt and responsibility, even though I have been assured repeatedly that I am in no way responsible. Maybe in the eyes of Technicality I'm not, but tell that to the rest of the girls when they know that any consequences will come as a direct result of my presence on the field. The girls don't fraternise with Technicality - and now I won't be able to fraternise with them.