winds of regret

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•Before•

The group of boys cheered as the blond walked into the training ground. He felt overwhelmed after the events that lead to the abrupt departure of the Tiattos. He felt guilty, her face running through his mind.

"Finally got rid of the Australian." He cheered, causing more noise to errupt from his teammates.

"About time, Erl. She was distracting you. We didn't need that." A brunette nodded.

Another one from the back of the group, a quiet boy, who barely voiced his opinion on anything other than football, spoke up. "Her accent was annoying. Glad she has finally left you alone, Erling."

The Australian. A nickname his teammates had given her, after they saw him with her at a local cafe. They relentlessly teased him, for months, to the point he had asked the first girl, other than her, who gave him attention to be his girlfriend. However, in that moment hearing the herd of teenaged boys refer to her as the Australian eased the anguish he felt for his best friend leaving so abruptly. He knew hearing her name would send him into a downward spiral.

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