GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#SEVENTY SIX.

I get back into the spare room, feeling depressed and absolutely, heart-broken. I put the pre made meal on the nightstand, I wasn't even hungry anymore. I lay down on the bed and cry inconsolably into the pillow. I loved that man with everything I had in me, but I didn't know why anymore.

Nick suddenly opens the door.

My face shoots up to look at him. "I thought you never wanted to see me again." I say, harshly.

He sighs. "I don't, but I also, don't want you to be so upset." He stands in the doorway giving me a pitiful look. "Hopefully, we can just forget about each other soon. I hope you can forget about me. I don't want you out there hurting like this."

"Nick..." I cry out his name. "You act like I murdered someone."

"You might as well! You're killing me, Liliana! I've woke up the past three days feeling like I'm having a heart attack. My chest is constantly tight and I seriously, think I could die."

"It was just one little kiss."

"You keep fucking saying that!" He explodes. "I don't want to talk about it anymore! I'm done with this shit. I'm done hearing about it. I'm done thinking about it! So, just fucking stop okay?!" He grips his head. "I have a game in two days and... goddamn!" He lets out a long frustrated groan.

He slams the door closed. I hear him also slam his bedroom door.

I knew this was going to be hard, but it was so much harder than I ever could have expected. This time, I truly believed he was done with me. I wasn't going to get him back. I felt him slipping through my fingers anytime I reached out and grasped for him.

He was really gone this time.

I avoided him from then on out.

Game day.

I nervously place myself in front of the TV and turn on ESPN. This game was huge for the guys, this would determine if they went to the Super Bowl. A part of me wished I was there to support them. I really felt like not being able to be there was one of the lowest points of my life.

As I'm watching the game go on and on I begin to cry. It wasn't looking good and both quarterbacks got hurt. I didn't want to admit it, but the guys were going to lose this one. There was no time to make up for points and the boys were deep in the trenches still fighting to make their way out.

They lose.

*

Hours later Nick enters through the front door and I jump up in a panic because I was still on the couch. I had fallen asleep with my cheeks stained with tears.

"What are you doing down here?" He asks, staring at me through tired eyes and tossing his bag onto the floor.

"I—I am sorry." I nervously, reply.

He ignores me.

"We fucking lost..." He says, walking through the kitchen and over to the refrigerator.

"Yeah, I know. I seen that." I say, softly and carefully follow him. I was worried for him. He was going through so much at the moment. I'm sure his emotions were at an all time low.