unbearable, trent alexander-arnold

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february, twenty-seventh.

AIR WAS BLOCKED in tosca's lungs as trent stepped in front of the goalkeeper, ready to take what could already be a decisive penalty in this league cup final against chelsea. she had stood up and clasped her hands together in front of her face while her elbows rested on the barrier in front of her, praying that the ball would go in. if there was one thing she hated, it was penalties. the lump in her stomach never seemed to go away during them and she always struggled to look at them with both eyes open.

just like in this moment, where, her eyelids were folded, giving her only a partial view of the field but enough to see if the ball had shaken the goalkeeper's net. trent had now finished placing the ball on the white spot and was now taking three steps backward. once he had wiped his sweaty face with his shirt — the same one tosca was wearing—and taken a deep breath — at the same time as her — he started to run and finally shot towards the goal.

the stadium was dead silent, everyone held their breath: tosca, trent's brothers and parents, the liverpool fans, the entire reds team and staff, and the blues as well. the only difference was that their goal was not a common one. one side wanted to see the ball go in, and the other wanted to see it stop.

when, through the fingers of her hands, tosca saw the nets shaking, she raised her arms to the sky in victory at the same time as the thousands of reds supporters, the players, and the team's staff, as well as trent. big smiles appeared on everyone's faces, tosca being the first. on the other side, the arms were lowered, as if in defeat, and their faces showed only disappointment. but it wasn't over.

only when it was the goalkeepers' turn to shoot and she saw the ball fly well over kelleher's cage, did she tell herself that this time it was over, and the big smile that appeared on her face could testify to that. tosca hated penalties, that was for sure, except when they went her way.

after hugging everyone, celebrating as she had never done before, she was now looking for trent, not knowing that he was doing exactly the same thing. like an idiot, he turned around on the green field, not being able to find the same coloured eyes of the one he loved. finally, after seconds of searching, he found what he was looking for. trent didn't know how it was possible, but the big smile already on his lips grew even bigger after tosca's wave and the flying kiss she offered him. seeing her accompanied by his family filled his heart with all the more love. so much so, that he was almost afraid it would explode.

he couldn't wait to take her in his arms, he couldn't wait to feel her skin against his. almost two months already that they were together and he expected this feeling to fade with time, but no. like two magnets, he always wanted her close to him and found it very hard in the morning to let her go to the university while he had practice. his trips away were all the more heartbreaking and their reunion was always welcome for both of them.

and even as the team lifted the trophy they had just won together, trent thought about her and how beautiful the smile on her face must be to see. like a child, he waited impatiently for it all to be over so he could run to the stands where tosca and her family were. he remained polite when men he didn't know congratulated him on the trophy, but with his girlfriend's brown curls in the background, it was really hard to concentrate and not cut the discussion short to go find her.

so, when the last "thank you" from him was given, he trotted as fast as he could towards tosca and her parents, showing his medal between his fingers in a victorious manner, a big grin on his face. she clapped her hands excitedly and, like a child, jumped to her feet, eager for him to take her in his arms. when the girl's head was lodged in his neck and the boy embraced her as if his life depended on it, a feeling of relief and euphoria tangled in her heart that was beating far too fast.