+- Melco -+

You were a sensation in a world ruled by men, in the world of chess. You've lost twice. That's it. You always held yourself high, calm, composed, every move assured and confident. He also played, simple as that, you met in a professional tournament before either of you were to big. He held his own power in this word of moving queens pawns and knights, a legend himself. (later, now, you played each other when you were younger) you played him before either of you truely went into the public eye of the chess world, and you beat him. He was 14 at the time, you the same, both playing as long as you could remember. In your late teens now, 17, you haven't thought much about him- though the thought of a rematch itches your soul. The thought of if you could still beat him rings in your head, if he could finally beat you in his, but before you could- the world came crashing down. Well, for you. You can choose what happened, but one day you didn't show up to a GIANT match and disappeared from the world. Gone. Everything you should have showed up to you didn't. By 18, he found you. A small suburban town, your house had no personality from the outside. he wanted to play you, answer that burning question yes, but he also needed to know what happened. So he knocked. Waited. --------------------------------------- Oh my God, I've been watching the Queen's Gambit, if you can tell, and I'm in love 😭😭😭