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2019 women's World Cup finale.

"We won." I shout as I hug Becky and my other defenders.

The whistle had blown and we had conquered the Dutch; 2-1.

I run to Kingston as soon as I've congratulated my teammates. I step up on the folding chair and grasp onto the former wrestler. "I'm so fucking proud of you." She shouts in my ear.

She kisses just under it. I don't even remember what I told her. All I remember is her shooing me away to my family. She was getting thinner by the day. I've noticed her twitches we're getting more frequent and at night she wheezed like a 70 year old smoker.

I was afraid of the news that awaited me. Every-time we would talk on the phone she looked guilty and as if she was withholding information from me.

I try to forget about it as I hug my family and teammates as we await the medal ceremony.

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Arriving back to the hotel I split away from the group and walk with Becky to my room. Opening the door I found peach rings on top of a stack of documents.

I smile at how thoughtful she is. I open the handwritten note. I skim through it before stopping at the 2nd line. I start to fully read it. The tears are coming out of my eyes at a rapid pace as I learn of her disease. It all made sense the weight loss, muscle twitching and cramping, the trouble eating, hard time catching her breathe.

To day was supposed to be a happy day but here I am crying my eyes out at the fact that the woman I'm supposed to marry in 2 months could very well never see her 30th birthday.

I want to open the envelope that contains the medical proof but I can't. I can't look. If I look it's real and it can't be real. She can't fucking die.

She might be too good for the world but that doesn't mean she should die.

"Hey Alyssa I'm out of the shower you can take one if you want." I just nod not trusting my voice. I grab some clothes and head into the bathroom after stashing the documents.

I head into the bathroom and turn on the shower. As soon as the water droplets start to hit the floor my tears streak down my checks.

Becky's pov

I exit the bathroom and turn towards Alyssa her body is shaking as she holds something in her hands. "Hey Alyssa I'm out of the shower you can take one of you want." I say and take a seat on my bed. She only nods and moves to her bag to grab her clothes as well as hiding what looked like a note.

She keeps her head low as she walks to the bathroom. Once the shower turns on I tip toe over to her bag and find the note partially tucked under her bag. I grab the note and read it. The further I read into the letter the more my heart breaks.

Kingston has ALS.

Kingston is giving Alyssa an out.

And Kingston gave it to Alyssa the day she won the World Cup.

Sorta fucked up if you ask me.

I hear the shower turn off so I stash the letter back were it was. I grab my phone, shoes, and key card and knock on the bathroom door. "I'm heading over to Carlis for a bit. I'll be back."

"Okay." Is all I get from the keeper. I leave the room and text Kingston to meet up with me at the hotel. I sit in the lobby for at least an hour with no response from Kingston. I only give up once Kelley walks into the lobby.

"You coming clubbing with us?"

"Yeah when are we heading out?"

"In an hour."

"Okay."

I head to my room and start getting dressed. "You wanna go out tonight I think the whole team is going?" I question the goalkeeper as my back is tuned towards her.

"No I'm going to stay here for tonight." She responds dully.

"What's up lys?"

"Nothing. I'm just anxious to get married me and Kingston left off on a bad foot. We had an argument and before we could settle it in person the team flew to France so I'm going to work it out with her tonight."

"Okay." I say knowing she's lying. But I guess she doesn't want to say that her fiancé is going to die before she turns 30.

I get dressed and head to the bar with the rest of my teammates. I try to let loose only for my thoughts to be plagued by Kingston's diagnosis.

Alyssa's pov

As soon as Becky leaves I open the documents. I can't stand not knowing and maybe the doctors made a mistake. There is no one test that specifically test for ALS. Maybe they messed up.

I know it's false hope but I can't lose Kingston. I mean this is the girl that flew across the country to comfort me because I was anxious to play against the courage. This is the girl who carried me 2 miles because I twisted my ankle so bad on a rock, I thought I had broken it, the girl who would do anything to make me happy even if she was in pain.

She can't die, but she really can't die alone. I text her twice but receive no response. So I do the only thing I can think of. I walk to her hotel. In the pouring rain. Yeah. Really fucking fitting for my mood. I enter her hotel and grab the elevator up to her floor. Everyone stares at me as I drip water through the hallway as I walk to my fiancé's room.

I knock on her door but receive no response so I use my key card and open the door. The sight in front of me makes me want to cry.

She's curled in a ball crying as her ribs protrude from her skin. How could I not tell before. Everytime she hugged me she got skinnier and the skinnier she got the bigger the clothes became.As I walk closer I can see just how bad the tremors have gotten. I place my arm on her shoulder.

"I got you King." I say as I pull her into my and hold onto her. This is new for me- for us. It's never been me comforting her it's always been the other way around.

I just hold her as she cries in pain. "Where does it hurt?" I ask wanting to ease her pain.

"Everywhere!" She shrikes as her hands continue to shake.

"Wanna take a bath?" I question knowing they help to ease her pain.

She can only nod as the tears continue to pour out of her eyes. I carry her into the bathroom and turn on the water letting it warm before putting in the plunger and stripper her of her clothes. She's lost so much muscle you could count each bone. You can literally count the screws in her shin. I strip from my clothes and dry my tears before getting into the tube behind her.

I stop the water once it's at the right level and just hold her. "Tomorrow we talk?" She says as she pauses to catch her breathe. "Tonight just hold me."

"I'll never let you go." I speak honestly as I tighten my grasp on her. "Just promise me one thing, never stop fighting. I don't care how bad it hurts you fight and you fight like hell." She can only nod as she continues to cry.

We sit in the tube holding each other and crying until the water is far from warm and our tears are no longer leaking from our eyes.

We finally get out after two hours. I dry her off and change her into sweat pants and a hoodie as well as socks since she's lost so much weight in body fat and muscle meaning she can't control her core temperature that well.

I put on her hoodie and carry her into the main room and set her on her bed. I tuck her in and join her. She falls asleep, exhausted from the weight of today. I just hold her tight and cry silently as the weight of everything in the past 12 hours start to overwhelm me.
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