A/N: Yeah, you saw it coming. This is a REWRITE! I've decided to rewrite this story because I felt like I needed to. Here's what to expect from this rewrite: slightly longer chapters, more chapters, a few new characters thrown in, better writing, and maybe a new ending? But you'll just have to read on to find out. ;) I'll be uploading new chapters frequently so keep checking in!

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P r o l o g u e

I didn’t know what I wanted,

but at the same time I knew exactly what I desired.

His love, his mind, his feelings, his body.

Letting anything go—that I couldn’t do.

And that left me with absolutely nothing.

His light blue eyes that I once adored and swooned over now seemed sad and gray, so I avoided them. My eyes were glued to the wet concrete.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out again in a hoarse voice.

All I can do was shake my head in disbelief. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words could come out. I lowered my head even more, trying to cover up the tears that left my eyes burning trying to hold them back. “Whatever” was all I could say at the moment.

“I thought you would understand,” he repeated in a low tone. “It’s better off like this right now, okay?”

My eyes finally shot up to look at him. Had I heard him right? That was probably one of the most ridiculous things I have ever heard from him. “How?” I questioned sharply, my voice hard. How is it better if I’m not with him? I wanted to say it out loud, but I was too choked up to speak correctly.

“I just have to focus more on baseball,” he explained. It was his turn to look away from me. “You know what it means to me, Nessa. And with practice almost every day, I barely get to see you, and that’s not fair for both of us," he said. "I thought you of all people would understand."

Tony’s eyes looked back at me just as my head lowered back down. I knew Tony took his game of baseball seriously; the only reason he even went to college was to play that game.

“If that’s what you really want,” I managed to choke out. This all felt unreal to me. I didn't know if he was being completely honest; maybe there were other reasons why he didn't want me anymore.

I looked back up, my tears blurring my vision of him. I could see by the torn look on his face that this was not easy for him either. My effort to keep my tears from running down my face were soiled when it finally hit me. Hard.

He nodded slowly. “I’m sorry,” he repeated in almost a whisper.

As those words left his mouth, my head was replaying all the memories I had with him. The anonymous valentine he sent me back in grade school, the first day I saw his face again during freshman year, our basketball games together, the times we went to all those Giants baseball games together, our first kiss together, prom…

It all seemed like it was just a distant memory—almost worthless now. Our years long friendship and our nine month relationship gone in minutes. I had lost my boyfriend and best friend simultaneously. There were too many emotions overcoming me to the point that I didn't even want to feel anymore.

I was still standing in the foggy late afternoon that Tony left me in minutes after he was gone. Baseball brought the two of us together, who knew that baseball would be the factor that forced us apart.

A/N: Just so you know, this is the sequel to The Game of Love. This takes place nine months after The Game of Love. You don't have to read any of my previous stories to understand this story, but if you would like to read about Nessa and Tony before their breakup, go read The Game of Love. The order of this series goes like this: Crush, Throwing Curveballs, The Game of Love, and finally this story.

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I always end chapters with a question about my story, so here it is: Thoughts and feelings on Nessa and Tony's breakup? Mostly geared towards the readers that have read my old stories.