Lost souls | Mason Mount

eight

Mason turned up to Cobham. He arrived just in time before training started, having to speak to Potter beforehand. He made his way to his office, feeling a bit nervous but also excited at the same time.

"Mason, come in," Potter opened the door after he had knocked. They gave each other a quick hug before taking a seat in his office.

"You feeling ok then, Mase?" He asked

"Yeah, I'm feeling good," Mason smiled.

"Good to hear that, we've missed you on the pitch," Potter smiled, causing Mason to smile widely.

"I've missed it too."

"So, I've been talking with the others, and I think you should watch training for a bit, then maybe next week we can start with light training, to see how you feel and how it goes, and then we can continue from there," Potter suggested.

"That sounds good," Mason agreed.

"I don't want to bring it up, but do you feel mentally ok about all this? You know Charlie is still here if you need anyone to talk to; it's not easy with what you've been through."

"No, I'm ok, I feel ready...I'll let you know if I change my mind," Mason said determined.

"Alright then, training starts in about 30 minutes; maybe visit the boys? I know they've missed you," Potter smiled

"Yeah, I'll go check up on them, thank you."

Mason made his way to the changing rooms; all the boys were there getting changed. He could sense the atmosphere was bad. There was no noise and just sad faces here and there. But it quickly changed when they saw him walk through those doors.

They all called his name out, hugging him one by one. The spirit in the dressing room was already better than it was minutes ago. Everyone was happy to see him here again, even if it was just to watch them train.

Ben approached him; they hadn't spoken since that party, and they were kind of on thin ice. But Mason quickly ignored the past and pulled him into a hug.

"I'm sorry, bro," Ben apologized

"Forget about it; it's all good," Mason assured him.

"You sure?" He looked at him.

"Yeah," he nodded with a smile.

"So what have you been up to the past week then?" Trevoh asked as they all made their way to the training ground.

"Just taking it easy, relaxing, and all that," Mason answered simply, not wanting to mention visiting the cemetery or Hazel, who had helped him a lot mentally. Yesterday's conversation with her was all he could think of; they learned a lot about each other, almost everything.

"Well, it's good to have you back," Trevoh hugged him from the side.

Mason went over to the bench while the other boys started with warm-ups. He put all his focus on what was in front of him, now and then cheering on the boys when they did rondos or played a small match against each other.

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Hazel wasn't feeling the best, but she thought that she would be ok, especially after she had the most fun and distracting conversation with Mason yesterday. But that's the thing about the loss of someone. One day you'll be ok, and the next day you're back to square one, feeling like nothing is every going to be again.

She was in her room, feeling numb and tired. She hasn't had the appetite to eat anything or even talk with her grandparents today. She just wants her mom.

There was a third knock on the door today. She didn't say anything, but her grandma invited herself in like she always did. She saw her granddaughter still lying in the same position in her bed like she had been since she woke up.

"I got you some biscuits and milk," she walked in and placed it on the nightstand before taking a seat on the bed next to her.

"Darling, you need to eat something," she caressed her cheek, brushing away the hair that was on her face.

"I'm not hungry," she said quietly.

Her grandmother sighed, not knowing what to do to make her feel better. Letting her be sad and lay alone in her room wasn't something she wanted her to do either.

"Listen...I know it feels like nothing will ever get better again, but laying here won't do you any good either," she said

"Let me suffer," Hazel mumbled as she turned her body around, not wanting to face her grandmother anymore.

"There's a bakery nearby; they're looking for someone who can help...I thought you could check it out, maybe get yourself the job." She suggested

"I don't want to work right now; just let me deal with this alone, please," Hazel said, getting slightly annoyed.

Her grandmother sighed; she couldn't do much more than just let her be at this point. She placed a quick kiss on top of Hazel's head before heading out of her room.

She needed to be strong for her granddaughter, despite losing her own daughter and feeling down herself, she needed to look after Hazel and make sure she wouldn't do anything stupid.

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🖤AN: Just posted another chapter after this one, don't miss it :)