seaside serenity in snow, lucy bronze

chapter 4

WARNING: mention of anxiety!

The moment Lucy's phone rang, signalling an incoming call, Morgan felt a surge of anxiety wash over her. Her mind raced with all sorts of scenarios, each one more unsettling than the last. She watched as Lucy excused herself, standing up to take the call in private, leaving Morgan alone with her thoughts.

In the hushed stillness of the room, Morgan fretted about what the call could possibly be about. Her heart hammered in her chest and her palms grew clammy. It was as if the weight of uncertainty had settled upon her shoulders.

Minutes felt like hours as she waited for Lucy's return, her imagination running wild with all the possibilities. What if it was bad news? What if it meant Lucy had to leave and they'd never see each other again? Or what if she could not play for Barca for a long time as her recovery might take an even longer time?

Finally, Lucy returned, her expression a mix of concern and resignation. She took a seat beside Morgan, her eyes filled with a complex blend of emotions.

"Morgan," she began, her voice tinged with regret, "I have to go back to Barcelona. My manager called and they need me back as soon as possible. In fact, I have to leave in two days. Jonatan told me that they will send the information and everything else within an hour."

Morgan's heart plummeted at Lucy's words. It felt like a train had crashed into her, leaving her stunned and breathless. She had been so wrapped up in the whirlwind of emotions, the connection they had formed, that she had not considered the possibility that this might be just a fleeting encounter.

"Two days?" Morgan repeated. Her voice was barely a whisper. She tried to maintain composure, to sound accepting of the situation, but inside, her emotions were in turmoil. It felt as though she was scratching at every surface of her body from the hurt she was feeling.

"But... what about us?" She continued, her words tinged with a quiet ache. "What about the book project? What about... everything?" As much as she did not want to put emphasis on the book, she wanted to spend more time with her and get to know more traits of her.

Lucy reached out, her hand finding Morgan's and offering a reassuring squeeze.

"My love, I don't want you to think this was just some fling or a passing moment. What we shared, meant something to me. And the book project, it's still on. Even though there is no deadline, we can work on it from a distance and collaborate online. I don't want this to end either."

Morgan nodded, grateful for Lucy's words but unable to completely shake the sense of loss that was settling in. She understood that Lucy had commitments and responsibilities, but it didn't make the impending separation hurt any less.

As they sat there, hand in hand, the room felt heavy with unspoken emotions. Their connection had been sudden and intense, and now it was being tested by the very circumstances that had brought them together. The air felt thick, and a sense of unease settled between them.

However, even in the midst of uncertainty, they found solace in each other's presence. Lucy and Morgan shifted closer, their bodies instinctively seeking comfort. They settled into a cosy cuddle on the sofa, turning their attention to the TV where another show played in the background.

The characters on the screen seemed to blur into the background as their thoughts and emotions swirled. It was a quiet moment, a bittersweet interlude where they clung to each other, seeking solace in the touch and warmth they shared.

The new morning dawned with a grey, cloudy sky that seemed to mirror Morgan's emotions. The weather outside hinted at the possibility of rain, and as she gazed out the window, it felt like the heavens themselves were weeping in sympathy.