Post-Game Solitude - Korean Athlete Alone

The match was over, my body still hot from every jump, every dive. The locker room was silent — not a single soul inside. Just me, the smell of sweat and victory, the slow drip of water in the distance. I leaned back, letting my towel slip a little, feeling the cool air on my skin. Every muscle was tight, every breath deeper. No one was coming in… and I suddenly realized I could take my time and enjoy this empty space all to myself.