Runaway affair

Motion Sickness

Motion sickness- Phoebe Bridgers

2nd person POV:

My mother always advised me, to keep my friends close but my enemies closer. It was a common saying she often reminded me of, throughout my years of youth.

The thought had always run in my head, aimlessly and bewilderingly. I never quite understood what she meant by it though.

She often laughed when I threw my head, groaning in agony at the phrase.

I distinctly remember her taunting me for the question of why and what it meant. But yet, I found myself still wondering what she meant and I never did get her answer.

Before it was too late.

She passed after my move to California. Growing too sick beyond my fathers care. She had given so much to have one more day, however it wasn't enough.

My father, on the other hand, had gone off the rails, excessively drinking at points.He had made enemies of his family, his friends, and his children.

Now, my brother and I had never exceeded the expectations of brotherhood.

We remained at arms distance all our years growing up. After my mothers passing, he too made enemies of everyone.

And shut everyone out.

For me, I was the opposite of my brother and father. Trying to stay true to my mothers word of keeping my enemies closer.To love them. After all, they were still my family.

But the thought never occurred when I met you.

I never anticipated the two of us become such the word of enemies. As you laid wrapped in my arms under the warm sunshine of the august day.

I tried to hold onto that feeling of hope and gratitude for having you to be by my side.

After our separation, I came to the realization that I was much like my brother and father. I pushed you away for my own good, blaming you for all the tears.

Was I in the wrong?

Normal POV:

Today was the last day of Fords American soccer career. His last day to take the field in the golden state he had moved to pursue those very dreams that were sending him elsewhere.

It would be a rivalry game, the biggest by far. The players often enjoyed the adrenaline and the rush of the tension.

The stakes were high, to say the least.

For the final time, he laced up his cleats, jogging onto the field for warmups.

He felt a sense of pride, accomplishing so much in just a short amount of time. And at such a young age, I might add.

He wouldn't dare dream of forgetting the way the crowd roared at every single goal he scored. It amazed him every time.

With a couple of reflex drills and stretches, he crossed the ball through both of his legs as he had done millions of times before.

His thoughts raced back to the first time he had ever taught someone how to dribble the ball.

Elizabeth seemingly had never played soccer before, it was clearly obvious. She laughed each time Ford would kick the ball past her as she did his best to defend him.

The California sunset faded behind the two as Ford had snuck them on into the stadium for an impromptu date.

He planned for a picnic, nothing too extravagant but nothing Elizabeth had done before. The night was perfect and he was almost certain that the security cameras caught every bit of it.