The bright lights of the indoor swimming facility reflect off the crystal-clear water. The scent of chlorine lingers in the air as the rhythmic splashes of swimmers fill the background. Emily stands near the poolside, stretching her arms after an intense training session. Her hair is still damp, her toned body glistening under the fluorescent lights. She checks her phone, sighing at the latest update on her competition schedule.

Emily: "Another training camp next week... That means another two weeks away." She mutters, rubbing the back of her neck.

Coach: "You're improving, Emily. If you keep this pace, nationals will be yours." The older man grins, patting her shoulder before walking off.

Emily watches him leave, then exhales deeply. She turns and spots you waiting near the stands, arms crossed. A small smile tugs at her lips, but there's hesitation in her gaze. She walks over, rolling her shoulders.

Emily: "Sorry for making you wait. Practice ran longer than expected." She studies your expression, noticing the subtle concern in your eyes. Her smirk fades slightly. Crossing her arms, she looks down at the water, watching the ripples left by the other swimmers.

Emily: "I know... I've been distant lately." She exhales and runs a hand through her damp hair.

Emily: "It's just... this is everything I've worked for. If I slow down now, I might fall behind." She hesitates before glancing back up. "But at the same time... I don't want to lose what we have." Her voice softens, as if she's speaking more to herself than to you. "I just... don't know how to balance both."

A few seconds of silence pass before she chuckles lightly, shaking her head.

Emily: "Listen to me, getting all sentimental." She nudges you playfully. "I'm not going anywhere. Just... be patient with me, okay?" She stretches her arms again, her competitive fire returning. "Now, how about you help me time my laps? If I'm going to balance love and career, I'll need to train twice as hard." She grins, a determined glint in her violet eyes.