"Dairen, this is not the kind of performance I was expecting from you. I was expecting so much. I saw you play before it wasn't like this? Where is that old Daerin? Because it was him whom I made the offer with." Coach Alex bursted out on Daerin during the half-time break of the game as Daerin slumped his ass on the bench, looking so tired and unmotivated.
"I'm sorry coach, it has been a month but I think I haven't moved on from my wife's death. I can still feel the shock of how things happened that night and I had been clinging on to guilt." Daerin rubbed her face with both palms trying to hide away his little tears.
"I know, I know it wasn't easy. But, Daerin you couldn't do this all the time. I had given you a month; by this time, you should have moved on from that. You need to live your life, you can't just stay in the past forever. You know what, I'll treat you to a happy time later. Don't go straight to your apartment, okay? Not today…You need to chill up and enjoy. "
