A Flame From The Past

62: The Game Pt.2

We stayed silent the rest of the car ride, his words replaying in my head especially when in bed. I was fast asleep, looming over his words with every ounce my heart could take.

Tomorrow was Luca's game, cheering, his name etched on others' shirts. He was a godsend to the world, and I was bound to feel tense and jealous, especially tonight. When we would all go to the club to hang out with the team. I could just imagine Luca leaning down to another girl's embrace but staring directly at me.

I wasn't self centered, I didn't believe his head could be swayed, and I think that was what kept me at bay. Knowing he couldn't love another, but afraid it would come one day.

The morning meant we would be seperate, he would be with his team and everyone else would show up later at the stadium. Which meant a day full of Lance and Ray, and the questions they would hurl at me made me want to stay in this sheltered room.

I spent the morning in bed, getting up later hoping Luca was already gone and he was far gone, but his handwritten message on the countertop made me squirm. As well as the neatly folded shirt next to it.

Dear Cara Mia,
Hope you slept well, my love. The shirt next to this note is yours, please wear it to the game. The car will come around to pick everyone up at one. I'll let you know the details after the game. Have a great day, my dear.

Amore, Luca

Even angry at me, he couldn't keep himself at bay from leaving me a handwritten note and a shirt for me to wear. He gave me the chills, imagining him writing this, standing over this note with a scorned look on his face. The look of despair, want and agony framed his face beautifully.

I felt fearful inside, for the havoc I would entail on him. But it was his dying passion for me that was locking him in a steel cage only focused on winning the unattainable heart, but he would soon get tired, he could only try so much. And then he would be free, of this grasp I had on him which was entirely unintentional. But I wanted him free, free from me. I wanted him happy.

"He left you a present?" Lance asked, his eyes wandering toward the shirt and the note I held graciously, or sufficatingly depending on which word I had stumbled on. And I wasn't angry but merely confused, confused about everything.

"Yep". I said, noticing the controller in his hands.

"What happened yesterday? I didn't see you guys come in". He asked, slyly probably wondering if we had decided to book it to a hotel room. But this wasn't one of those days, merely this was a day started with sadness and would end in despair.

"We just talked. I don't think it really fixed anything". I said, airing my concerns out. Ally was nowhere near for me to air this to her and I deeply missed her. I wished she would stay with me for a while.

"I mean he's back to his possessive semantics". Lance said, picking up the shirt. His last name was etched out on the back for everyone to see. I had worn his jersey's before, but not under these circumstances where his heart wasn't it and he was deeply upset.

"I used to play too, when I was younger but I was never at Luca's level". He shared, holding onto the jersey still, like reminiscing.

"Did you love it?" I asked him, leaning against the counter wanting to hear him speak like how Luca does about football, with passion and love that can only be filled with your goals and dreams.

"I liked the attention it got me, but I never loved watching the ball soar through the sky, like he does". Lance said and I felt it in his voice, the kind of passion Luca had found for the game was something that pushed him to become the great player he is today.